Текст песни Песочные Люди - Мы Где-То Тут

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Babylon we do not pay for the injury.
Poison naked . In membrane piles of metal .
Where for small, for fun, not shmalyaet program.
Portraits in the framework and on the ballast block.
Mach I hapanu rude , grab armfuls .
It's time for you to disassemble paragraphs
Club , cylinders with steam. Half and a mug .
My timer is paused. Tie knots on the bonds .
All balls pocketed . Ears kilowatts rap. Come on .
This is my wound , my ghetto. Hemoglobin in the cells increases.
I unit , suspicious person to the police.
It is useless to pray. In an ambush Commissioner . Heaven fill aces .
Come to the dispute . sentence someone to death was packed .

We here somewhere . Where are you?
These memories are under the ashes .
Just tape. For our credo.
We here somewhere . These are just a ghetto.
Only spoiled by something children .

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With exhaust Shmatov , ushatyvaya in our armor worn .
It's time . Simmer devices . The path through the ports of the party.
Dymoedy catch the wind moments . Shores of victory.
Through rivers of trouble. Fingering pale . Chances did not leave .
To each killed , not wounded .
Director atmosphere beckons . The palette of washed up white .
Sheets script empty. Where are you, a lost idea?
Do not forget to . Wait you through the ditches and moats .
For angles corners. On paper titles .
Wigs . And again in the pursuit of distillation.
Again, in a panic, as will form Zerika .
Cold water in a glass polyhedron
Puts the bones in place. Dry fuel crackles .

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We here somewhere . Where are you?
These memories are under the ashes .
Just tape. For our credo.
We here somewhere . These are just a ghetto.
Only spoiled by something children .