Текст песни Случившийся Сентябрь - Точки, линии

Decisions don't change. Through the scorching meadows behind the circles.
Trained by karma and other times.
Hardly something else will remind of itself.
Transurfing is only a consequence of will.
Minutes when you don't want to or not yet.
In hopes, continuing to fall Continuing to argue.
Do something ordinary. To be glad.
Run back and forth like insects.
Learn to fall, fly. Build new fences.
Shield, dream, pretend, cost.
Remember every time as if you can remember.
and each time face in the mud before himself.
Weigh. Measure. Lose. Discuss endlessly.
Self-rejection. Mistrust. The habit of hiding your eyes.
Points, lines on a plane. Abstract gizmos.
The expanses of new horizons are simply new boundaries.
Significant differences. Fine manners
Ways. Hope. Queen's palaces.
The Internet. Networks. Electronic to uncomfortable.
Communication. Gigabytes of captured beauty.
No chance. Awareness of wasting time.
Views are just a game in pursuit of definitions.
Whom does one who does not believe in himself,
Gradually or without exit, and he will see clearly.
Something more specific, and more important,
Someone needs it. It’s scary to go further.
As usual in any thought, everything is incoherent.
Now. Is always. Sometimes. Their contour is smeared.
To be considered? As you wish. Things in themselves
Appeals. Inspire. Trust destiny.
Who would be able to argue with fame?
Words mean something, something empty.
And this is not the same rake. Other dreams.
If important, it will be forever yours.