Текст песни Рем Дигга - востока звезда

I'm tired of living mirages,
Traveller unknown trails.
And my eyes are tired
From the club barely covered with pop.
For grabbing that corruption in the forehead, the alignment of the coffin.
I do not like it it still can Bole
If so stop.

... And in the smoke hookah
Now I think I am far
Not a drunken confused.
Who today is not close to me,
Earlier, the alter ego.
Variables All Girl
Kabardinochka Victoria ...

These ruby ​​necklaces
I'm afraid to touch the waist,
But the hunger for a bite
Whirlwinds of thoughts lira net,
In this world of Wisnu
As if I suddenly threw the dumbbells with life.

Lost traveler desert
Desert betonovoy, empty weekdays.
I thought then I chill, but no,
Amid the rocks I found flower
He is not beautiful
He boils the blood of virgins Caucasus, and I'm with her.

You're the star of the East, you are my God-given.
You're the star of the East, you are my God-given.
You're the star of the East, you are my God-given.

Rybonka babe Vic Nalchikova.
I Bol not permitted to look at the boys you
Wet cloth chase dudes ...