Текст песни Трояш - С чистого листа

These are a few thoughts .. not strictly close,
And in the air my sincere exclamation is pure
Whether screams are realized: you are too late to move,
You are a poser, child, our brain doesn’t e-it!

You try to shine without becoming a gloss
But you are talentless, worm! And so I pressed on the restart:
From a clean slate, again from salt to crystal
Will you soon split the glass with willpower? And How

Act, for dreams are all locked up in cases
Codes and Keycard Connectors in Hundreds of Songs
Do not open. People, sit silently and don’t laugh at me,
Cut the veins, pour the money of the ancestors from the stairs!

And just, commenting on me, don’t need snot me and flattery,
'Cause I myself understand when my ridiculous nonsense is inappropriate
But under the deer it’s more fashionable to mow polemics like I or St1m,
Sorry, inconceivable! then hammer on my style

My feelings are downloaded and deleted.
You, but I won’t go to hell
And to impose on you in no case
I will not dare, being cleverly rumored by someone else!