Текст песни Тащи - То,что хочется вдыхать...

Deeply, deeply rooted these buildings
Hover those we know experienced themselves
Vanities, glass charged Krasnozatonskaya
Doors will open intercom grated wagon
It watered so that the flow of cars stood
It changes the way that I slowly going crazy
Dark asphalt, pulled a hood over his eyes
The fact that the middle of the summer, I would not say
Cut down the light, and we distribute on a sheet
To write something light enough for the eyes
Place on paper or torn pieces
And scattered around the perimeter of the ink sheet
Such is Life, is divided into a paradise
What I want to inhale that issued from the pen
No it does not matter a bit, so we distribute here
Clouds of nowhere, a city under fog
The caravan goes by wire in warm houses
Unloads goods on a CD player or
Throw the old Winamp Jokes fraternization
Put on the screen is divided in half
Nomber one smuggled directly from the bowels of guts
Network slept on the CD a couple megobayt
Open the pocket, pour Cancel Goods
If you cut in the cold, I'll give gunpowder.

Samples bit hackneyed blues, life killed Muse
The rhythm of the pulse beat, music, little let
Thoughts chewed debris, pump and dick with it
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