Текст песни Ваня Айван - Тяжесть неба

the severity of the sky presses, trouble
on bent blue when
partially I walk briskly, encouraging
that there is no grand obninsk
I went once right outside the door
nicotine snorts heart
jumping lard - leg passer
dripped rain, puddles. Oh my God
kakzhe, how everything is good
past the trees in the style of Bilzho
(b) oh felt all around
and the ridge lifeline
in the form of a ring in the form of nail
painted, but it daub
Sky succumbed hmurenkih colors
Mystic-style masks stolen

heaven
daily burden
the day will come and I'll throw

slip out of the sky pale palms
I can not throw, but can not break
now trschiny over body
from the very heels until the Globe
All this is actually a fiction
only suffers, for example, diction
only suffers what is outside
Thanks to those who jacket otutyuzhival