Текст песни Gitarin.Ru - Пластмассовые коробки

Gitarin - Boxes

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In the morass of lies righteous stuck this planet,
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And we did not know about this, and quite by accident,
Everyone came out of the darkness into the plane of white light.
And all revealed the secret. Mystery.

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But, if our eyes burst, then, whether knocked cork
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And then, we all flew off the rails and walk like a drunken man.
All aim to get these plastic boxes,
A fall usually wooden.

Back there is no way we're stuck here forever.
We change our colors, we burn the blue is red.
Shimmering lights of night discos exactly.
And everyone has long been clear. Clear.