Текст песни Тбили, Жека КТО ТАМ - это что-то больше чем просто ебаный звук

but today a little strange day
and it's not about what is broken arm
I realized that everything around me is just a shadow
and I have nothing but the music
I did not go out on the role of your idol
I'm in a bit of snot smeared on bits underground Lira
Life made it as a thin thread
But you have not lived it that would judge me
It is the soundtrack to my life
in the bustle of strangers in their home province
RANS tired this is the Life
with dirty streets Horad corruption and buzz
and this is my life
tisyach lines that razebali whole world
and I'm not just the voice of your columns, I realized (I'm not just the voice of your speakers)
it is something more than just a fucking sound
I live in my neighborhood and not Life and dagud
more than the pain is more than just a love
I've been holding this all a bitch
I traded you in a dirty basement style
Underground music I have not betrayed
I always made it a rule to drink before melting
the one with the rap district is not enough
I traded you in a dirty basement style
your truth is corrupt as a smile slut
I killed as a result and some podvis
and fuck really funny this is your life
ulitsa.moya Street for many years, I first saw my father
and this life reminds me of a dream without end
there are so many people but they are without a face
and you pomnish his first fight, and the first or the first shelf stick
and return back to the time you know how it vet

Goa
but we did not go on to get off
roll into the abyss in these doorways with the guys sometimes be kind
all go fuck with his flattery
better bi vein cut tee I do not call more than
because everything is in the past and can do nebilo do not love very small doses to fade I pull up to the dawn of time
stand still, and see now who I had become
Muse I no longer dream of all and lehko not clean these lines probably unnecessary and tales probably not work with us
panting and again on another shared these thoughts left the following without a knife
on duzhe quiet so just I do not need to push their own problems
Chorny, and white fly line as the white feather my mind Poteryanyi too slowly pereberaet simple words
back to you ... all steps to move ushatanye
unknown areas tops underground white flakes fell somewhere in the distance snow
five did not drink much to my bi could see sunset sunrise but in place of this element again reached home
and tomorrow everything on the new stand and I wait for you and Kent here again for anything here not ask viyasnyay
I can not again for another dial your phone number
but beeps replace eternity and you do not sleep, I lost in the infinity of your phrases in your eyes but it is not about us, give me a couple of pipettes couple of pills and I'll forget about all this talk about our summer about two of us getting lost somewhere
like I am forgotten you but hardly already and that there were only patches
about our past but alas, no one would say a good ...