intro:
For removable huts, I'm with my family and hip-hop
Papa believes, and I climb abruptly with pits and bumps ...
I cling verbally to the outgoing car
I don’t look at the box, everyone is not real there - their image is intrusive!
I hide my head in the smoke like a little boy
Mom cries, because the texts mean so little that I get them in bundles.
What am I spending time on? Where are you, my Lady of Fortune? ..
verse 1.
More and more, the faces of acquaintances seem unfamiliar
And with a cup of tea I'm at home, again scared to a lump in my throat ..
Who are we? What guards years obediently?
The world of insects, where "salt" is unimportant, will be fed with popcorn.
Heroes are feigned, faces of truth are debatable
Mount in appliances, thoughts became barren.
The dark rooms fog was preparing a hoax
Smoke absorbed the wallpaper .. A dream, like a trap in the legs
Here pan or disappeared, there is no other choice.
With a block at the bottom, I crush my forehead - the flame burned out the light!
I was blind, but received my sight, and God issued me a ticket again
Leave your mark on the word, the benefit of the verses is no reason!
I myself was headlong into the pool, but I finished the promo and recorded at home. at home?!
On the minus coma .. I know this.
chorus:
My time is water and weekdays are matches
The rebellious soul does not find itself!
God quenched thirst for light!
I will become ashes, where are you ?! Go to the bottom, talk to me
couplet 2.
My day instills a habit of me in the dark
Weekdays - matches. At this hour! with those Bes? or are they all wrong?
Telekinesis or a simple text,
can I influence the masses, cause interest? If!
True, by weight, but pity is just a gesture!
There are no seats left on the carousel, but everyone wants to sit down!
The main thing is to stroke the wool, no matter who!
Selling world - paper metro residents.
Tired of looking at passers-by with those along the way,
A weighty motive not to become insignificant, not to go to waste, drives me
While alive, I’m the guard dog of my temple
And this choice is not imposed on me by advertising!
Must go forward! After all, life eats the weak
A handicap will not be provided, mired in bumps.
Once dad was right - "whoever got up first, that and slippers."
Such strange orders ...
