Текст песни Керанов, MD Manassey, Jay - Его

Jay:

I guess I'm exposing you.
And it gets unpleasant,
until then nets distribute for glory.
And vice versa,
for glory networks distributed,
and do you become a brother but.
You forget that people forget you once.
And what do you do with them,
that you are always mistaken.
And you have no idea what you look like when you pretend to be a man.
You are lying to yourself that you are giving
all by myself.
Scars all fake to ask you if you're okay.
Eee then go and justify yourself to your aunt.
Blame yourself in spite of others,
as your baby.
Are you angry now
and are you angry again.
Depends on how you look at it,
to strain a little.
Then all of a sudden everything slips on top of you.
You locked yourself in a room,
and the wall speaks to you.
As a matter of fact,
the truth and it arrived
where the past has lifted you.
So greedy when we see each other we are just silent.
My question asks for you one answer.
Did they please your income,
like a quiet child.
He sits and waits for me to finish the verses.

Chorus:

A moment of recognition.
Answer only yes and no.
A minute of silence,
in which it seemed to me that your life had stopped flowing.

MD Manassey:

I know you exist and you think that's right.
You've been practicing being your mother's son for years.
Fed with milk as tasty as a swamp.
A small soul creature secured with gold.
Your brain needs urgent ventilation.
Funny situation, wrong animation.
In which you think that everything comes to you grace.
But the truth is that you need inhalation.
Gravity created you to make mine fall.
Your ego creates wings, but you will suffer.
Because the world is not at your feet.
Your feet smell.
And all these people around you are having a hard time breathing.
You don't walk on the water, you just step on the bottom.
You do not go through the door but close it in the dark.
And you find yourself in a room where the lambs are silent.
And the angels of fate beside you steal.
You are not a Picasso painting, you are a cobweb in a frame.
Braid a lasso with it and hang yourself on a lamp.
But you won't miss even your mother.
Because in the maternity ward she dreamed of making a barter with you.

Chorus:

A moment of recognition.
Answer only yes and no.
A minute of silence,
in which it seemed to me that your life had stopped flowing.

Keranov:

My stereotypes are a bit mono.
I can't recognize you by your hundred faces.
And a queen's diadem to put on,
to live in the capital.
In this food system you are a sheep.
Ha bee bleesh,
when we will cut your wool.
Your heart can't be warmed by the microwave.
You are looking down from somewhere on the hill. (Yes)
He took a bite of the apple of discord and swallowed some shit.
And you think you're well over things.
You are sure of the thirteenth salary.
And the truth seems to be that in the sock under the Christmas tree.
The old man wiped his ass and smeared it.
And a ladder is waiting for you and he has no jump.
And after you crash,
do i have to cry for you (no)
Get out of the norm and proudly defend your opinion.
Alone and not in a team.
Don't brag about it,
just do it.
And leave it to that child to judge.
And you will gain a bond, if not for your labor,
it is because you bet your gas on the cause.
Don't read.
People don't hear the screams,
let your voice be the wind in the beautiful.
He entangled them in his web woven of logic.
Corner are important to them insert a thin irony.
And you will see them sticking their heads in the gas out of fear
They are ashamed because this is new to them.
I think I was pretty clear.
Just think brother and judge for yourself.
Am I right about that?

Chorus:

A moment of recognition.
Answer only yes and no.
A minute of silence,
in which it seemed to me that your life had stopped flowing.