Текст и слова песни Мои Ракеты Вверх – Music is first
O"clock cage
A good life
It"s getting harder every time
I"ve heard
We do it loud
We make it up and up and up again
The orders couldn"t be discussed
And I"m afraid of doing a rest down
And all your mines are gonna blast
D" you want to see their arms in air?
Wanna know?
Your Music is first
Your Music comes first
Music is number one
But I am not falling
The orders couldn"t be discussed
While they were taking their secondhand bath
Come on my fake brother
Abuse me use me more
Cure a cow, cure a cop
Cure a corridor
What"s in the bag?
What"s with the sex?
And the chicken novel
Making the democracy talking with the gunfire.
Wanna know?
Your Music is first
Your Music comes first
Music is number one
But I am not falling
Don"t care of being lost
Don"t care of being fast
Does it really matter?
Shivering and making steps to the innocence
Here I"ve crashed my opinions
Calling, coming to the chemical city
All the strings around my neck
Trouble shooting revolver
All the stars are moving out
All the strings around my neck
Here I"ve crashed my opinions
I"m looking out from my cage
And it"s okay I need your kindness
A good life
It"s getting harder every time
I"ve heard
We do it loud
We make it up and up and up again
The orders couldn"t be discussed
And I"m afraid of doing a rest down
And all your mines are gonna blast
D" you want to see their arms in air?
Wanna know?
Your Music is first
Your Music comes first
Music is number one
But I am not falling
The orders couldn"t be discussed
While they were taking their secondhand bath
Come on my fake brother
Abuse me use me more
Cure a cow, cure a cop
Cure a corridor
What"s in the bag?
What"s with the sex?
And the chicken novel
Making the democracy talking with the gunfire.
Wanna know?
Your Music is first
Your Music comes first
Music is number one
But I am not falling
Don"t care of being lost
Don"t care of being fast
Does it really matter?
Shivering and making steps to the innocence
Here I"ve crashed my opinions
Calling, coming to the chemical city
All the strings around my neck
Trouble shooting revolver
All the stars are moving out
All the strings around my neck
Here I"ve crashed my opinions
I"m looking out from my cage
And it"s okay I need your kindness
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