Текст песни bp broth. ft кёрт - время слабых ненавидит

chorus: each goes his own way
expensive and short-lived or low-cost and long only to find himself
forget about the thoughts on my time, listen to the line and the legs themselves lead you to where the star
Davie gas because while the weak hates you understand yourself what you want where waiting for the dream and for me happiness is that no one sees it closer silence is the best medicine

I feel bad when I am ready to share with you the silence cuts veins
thoughts of
dreams spoken words and incomprehensible actions
to be honest because I will answer you the same
would be returned to the winter, return it to the beginning of May, the price of freedom at a time when everything melts
I'm a lone wolf chained hands if staying alone and it is inevitable
I'm your doctor and killer music Caress painfully strange change my life longing to pain or sad and that you and I, or we simply do not yet told deliberation
cigarette smoke all the old coffee
leave or change it is my right but I like to sit quietly on the roof of his house to get stuck skyscrapers, clouds, regions

chorus: each goes his own way
expensive and short-lived or low-cost and long only to find himself
forget about the thoughts on my time, listen to the line and the legs themselves lead you to where the star
Davie gas because while the weak hates you understand yourself what you want where waiting for the dream and for me happiness is that no one sees it closer silence is the best medicine

around me void, but the sense of art
people are wearing masks and sun paint has washed away the longing
I'm your doctor and killer music Caress
even in a dream for me there is only wolfish grin
I like the morning to the evening is full of sand feet in the grip of pain occurs in the area of ​​the temple
micro in the hands of expectant I cast glances but people hurt more than all the armies in the world
Yes, and let me not break a word for a bitingly I grew up in the truth
here it is in the form of the germ
you're fighting because of a miserable piece of land and at the sight of his friend's death whisper zdohnet let
but I'm not one of those fuck shit bear in the eye
that from you waiting for words of love and the hour of truth
and if I leave earlier than anticipated, I still hope that this does not happen tomorrow

chorus: each goes his own way
expensive and short-lived or low-cost and long only to find himself
forget about the thoughts on my time, listen to the line and the legs themselves lead you to where the star
Davie gas because while the weak hates you understand yourself what you want where waiting for the dream and for me happiness is that no one sees it closer silence is the best medicine