Текст песни Lucas Kane - Тяжёлые будни недопоэтов

1 part:

Introduction:

I was born, in these tirades I'm crazy and tyrant,
& quot; Born to fly & quot ;, rather than crawl, mc writer,
Noses have no strength to wipe.
How mother was hurt, the method of force vision,
Waiting for global change, here's the & quot; Ovid Metamorphoses & quot ;.

In the short term, he didn’t reach a high degree,
And life as a gift will give a nervous tick, oxt,
In the renaissance of my sorcerers there are no shining stars in the sky,
To justify your shabby late babble, but I will observe a ridiculous post.

Part:

My faceless venture in the temple, in this coliseum, did not go miles there,
I live in a certain & quot; lost paradise & quot ;, I am that first person, John Milton.
And my influx of dualism will transcend the absurd features of Macbeth,
They will remain behind the cordon of the dream of the & quot; poet & quot ;, many times did not honor himself as an ego.

He began to see himself through the prism of Dante, Virgil, sang psalms in parables,
But the love of music will go to another and die early, like Beatrice.
Themis will not judge, for the scales to the brim are full of sins,
Amazement of madness, sin of grace, we must catch the coming.

Who has no face, he pulled on himself a Venetian stencil,
Thinking is a solid antinomy, enjoy the colors of Raphael.
Years flew by, and the circus mountain, your odes Horace looked into the water,
Painting died in my convolutions, so we can do without scenery.

Burned notes alive, Hephaestus & # 33; This ensemble goes down in a choir & # 33;
Where are you my Callihor? Deaf a lighthouse, and inside the corridors.
I am a timid pirate, the wings of angels are a test of the pen,
Spartacus betrayed his people to my grave, Uranus & # 33;

Epilogue:

Who is my black man? Whether you're a personal copper rider
Framed sabers and loops to the throat, the branches froze in an instant,
A host of servants of hell screeches around, a giant despot of plywood is imposing,
Swallowed up the quintessence of & quot; Russian Nietzsche & quot ;, now the demons in me.

Kronos, turn back the clock, the hour lasts a minute, and I & quot; crawled & quot; on the ground
Obliged to & quot; His & quot; crucify again, death is inevitable, pulled the cable harder
That’s the whole drama, the tragedy of the creator, this secondary epitaphist,
Life hypochondria is tight, but it is the satirical conformist & quot; ...

Chorus:

My furious, battered friend
Tell me who came
I hear ringing in my ears, chattering around
I'll leave & quot; apple & quot; a snake to them.

And I do not need your title (not needed). I died a long time ago
Destroy stereotypes, no, not ready & # 33;
And breaking on the rocks, it’s unlikely to become like Prometheus,
The clock cannot be avoided, and the day is broken with a gong.

Part 2:

You are the slavery of battle, merge your skill - my choice is to the river,
You are not a county in England, in this sparring to me for not & quot; Kent & quot ;.
I’ll take down regalia at once, awkward parchment, picket in blocks,
The style is different, unique, but linden in hand & # 33;

Do not intend to pretend to believe them, do not forget to pray me weakling.
In this state, my & quot; Third Rome & quot; (Ream / Stop), everyone follows in my footsteps & # 33;
For me, Marcus Aurelius Trend, creating here is a must, not boring,
If he did in the arena Trap, then so that they could fall into my trap.

I’m the flag of this country, the banner, this vile beef booed
But I'm on the right track, because the Star of Bethlehem shines for me.
He’s also a speculator, the sectarian is flattering, although I have weight - heavy,
I always make decisions & quot; iron & quot ;, even though I don’t play & quot; West Hame & quot ;.

Here they can only drive hip-hop dancing,
You can try to kill me, but I will end Eson.
I am helpless, drowning in the abyss of a phobia, throw an anchor, looking around,
So tightly closed in his inner world as Yakov Golyadkin.

There are no medals, titles, shoulder straps, I was given a rank,
I find in you a flaw in your relationship with your family - Otto Rank.
Everything gray is like this eerie place of Gotham, gloom,
I develop further, in the opposite direction, my years collapse.

I'm notorious, psychic pens, the soul of grievance absorbed,
I’ll join the evil hockey club to arrange the battle of the Titans & quot ;.
What is the temperament in the competition? Wipe your tears with longing
You think of tactics, but calm down, the victory is mine, because I am Dmitry Donskoy & # 33;

Everyone rebelled, but not consciously, they say, their path in the end is right,
You wanted to change & quot; wind_ows & quot;, but with your whole heart felt & quot; wind flows & quot ;.
A lot of puns, metaphors, why is there no monthly abode? (To myself),
Beautiful epithets, allegories, I just do not need to hate an opponent.

I'm not going to look for facts, incriminating evidence, like a spy is not trained,
Everything is present, where every duet, where every train is masked,
I drink my anger, not feed the horse, this gnosis of smallpox,
It aims to tear off the heads of rats, like the same Ozzy Osbourne.

And many people don’t know about me, scroll through the info three times,
Under the watchful eyes, I don’t see the point in this, and the pound,
No other currency, interpret the words, you have desks in pichta,
Take a look at my picture and stumble upon & quot; Knife & quot; - Leonardo Da Vinci.