Текст песни Никита Menimo - Что осталось

most whiny , foul and poor (year )
a single line , intelligent songs (zero )
accurate diagnosis - mediocrity . and beysya ( forehead )
not so simple. worn all my ( mind )

from the ghostly corridors and lesen ( in space)
to divorced bridges and tearful songs.
poor poet with the text , like a sieve
Detva , flown like a New York taxi

over the river,
I am running away from us
far from the sunset
do not stop
his steps
and where the house ,
if a high
look
left us
nothing