Шары — Обычный
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Обычный Шары04:35
Текст песни: Обычный
Im a usual person Among the impeccable On the periphery of our land In a place where the bright stars Of the milky way Are hidden by factories' smoke Where nobody cares about other ones Nobody cares of themselves Even if i am going to remain alone Middle finger and protest will become my own flag Stand up now as your whole hymn sounds Like a requiem to all of your dreams An orchestra of thousands guillotines Sings a memorial service to the freedom of us You're crippled by your ideas But you're still an impeccable Such an impeccably perfect life Like a bullet to the temple waits for me in the end Now all my friends are loneliness And an unsung poet in a crown of thorns You're crippled by your ideas But you're still an impeccable I have to be the one to Bring the stars back on the sky and Add some colors to a Fall that's black and white Be the one to Bring the stars back on the sky and Add some colors And just add some colors You can longer repeat That your life is so perfect While we're still not buried underground As the airplanes draw The chemtrails in the sky I won't return tonight You can longer repeat That your life is so perfect While we're still not buried underground As the airplanes draw The chemtrails in the sky I won't return tonight I'm never coming home I'm never coming home I'm never coming home! I'm never coming home... Im a usual person Among the impeccable On the periphery of our land In a place where the bright stars Of the milky way Are hidden by factories' smoke Where nobody cares about other ones Nobody cares of themselves Even if i am going to remain alone Middle finger and protest will become my own flag
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