Текст песни Данила Master - Порох-мечта

Well lighter guys, where you Prete me
Well lighter guys and beware of fire
I'm single , I have great sorrow property ,
I'm all your dreams and your gonna burn like matches ..

Sits an old man in a chair , bullets
And clean the gun
And I have to select and Lysina
I look at him
The old man could not say a word
But the forehead sweat , and then through the
Half an hour had already burned the village ..

My dreams are burning like matches
Like a rubber trash
And you're still in search of
Run away home
And I burn burning everything in their path
And grief rather than just walk away