Текст песни Митя Закат - Трёп.

What does not fit in one line,
will play in your pleer on repeat.
I was told by those who used to be loners,
the poet in the family - it is a continuous mountain.

Open your curtains: you will not see it apricot,
they do not bloom more for windows.
I remember the motives of the old lines,
that we were born in the rain when we got wet.

Feel the touch of the cold winds.
Autumn soon. You will smoke more.
More heat from this addiction.
And when you're at home, do not forget to call me.

Okay?

And I have a new trip.
Travel to your heart.
And that is poured inside,
No, and no end.

This is not a complaint,
and in tears, not a night call.
Just take my most valuable:
from me to you - my,
bored everyone
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