Інформація про пісню На цій сторінці ви можете ознайомитися з текстом пісні Будни , виконавця - Ideя Fix. Мова пісні: Російська мова
Інформація про пісню На цій сторінці ви можете ознайомитися з текстом пісні Будни , виконавця - Ideя Fix. Будни(оригінал) |
| Everyone says that you are an alien. |
| Gone all to hell |
| In this no sense |
| They are all stuck. |
| You are doing the opposite, |
| And in the blogs they write, you — an empty space. |
| Be counted — on us by God. |
| It is terrible to lose its name |
| On the ruins of our happiness. |
| Your heart beats more often, |
| Compressing the barrel of foreign guns. |
| Your heart. |
| Mockery of relatives and friends, |
| Believe me, they are not people — just the essence, |
| The absurdity of crumpled ideas. |
| When dot the i, |
| Dispel all your doubts, |
| Conceived decision, you must know. |
| It is terrible to lose its name |
| On the ruins of our happiness. |
| Your heart beats more often, |
| Compressing the barrel of foreign guns. |
| Your your … |
| They do not understand the system, |
| All in your hands, |
| All in your hands. |
| More doses are not to eat, |
| It’s only fear |
| It is only fear. |
| We do not understand the system, |
| All in your hands, |
| All in your hands. |
| More doses are not to eat, |
| It’s only fear |
| It is only fear. |
| It is terrible to lose its name |
| On the ruins of our happiness. |
| Your heart beats more often, |
| Compressing the barrel of foreign guns. |
| Very scary to lose its name |
| On the ruins of our happiness. |
| Your heart beats more often, |
| Compressing the barrel of foreign guns. |
| Your … |
| (переклад) |
| Everyone says that you are an alien. |
| Gone all to hell |
| Inthis no sins |
| Вони є all stuck. |
| You are doing the opposite, |
| And in the blogs they write, you — an empty space. |
| Be counted — on us by God. |
| It is terrible to lose its name |
| On the ruins of our happiness. |
| Your heart beats more often, |
| Compressing the barrel of foreign guns. |
| Your heart. |
| Mockery of relatives and friends, |
| Believe me, they are not people — just the essence, |
| The absurdity of crumpled ideas. |
| When dot the i, |
| Dispel all your doubts, |
| Conceived decision, you must know. |
| It is terrible to lose its name |
| On the ruins of our happiness. |
| Your heart beats more often, |
| Compressing the barrel of foreign guns. |
| Your your … |
| They do not understand the system, |
| All in your hands, |
| All in your hands. |
| More doses are not to eat, |
| It’s only fear |
| It is only fear. |
| We do not understand the system, |
| All in your hands, |
| All in your hands. |
| More doses are not to eat, |
| It’s only fear |
| It is only fear. |
| It is terrible to lose its name |
| On the ruins of our happiness. |
| Your heart beats more often, |
| Compressing the barrel of foreign guns. |
| Very scary to lose its name |
| On the ruins of our happiness. |
| Your heart beats more often, |
| Compressing the barrel of foreign guns. |
| Your … |
| Назва | Рік |
|---|---|
| Заражение | |
| 160 ударов в минуту | |
| Забывая прошлое, перечёркивая настоящее | |
| Мы никогда не верим в то ,что происходит всегда | |
| Мы не одни ft. Nikolay Stravinsky | 2014 |