KDK - бесконечный шум, выдуманный рай - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

1. .... if you call something, the number is by heart ... drunk ....... until the morning ...

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The endless noise, invented paradise, I no longer write a line in a notebook, not to replenish the ranks of culture to me, but I smoke and "cigarette butt" so you don’t invent, get confused in days, a million dating, does not catch a connection, not a phone, not touching wi -fi, the subscriber is disabled, only in the photo I will give hello

KAVA: Tenderness melts, smoke will dissolve, the sky will make us fly like birds, there is no old new difference when we get high high