The starry sky of the sea
The wrist does not press the bracelet
Where we can’t find us, I know
Hitchhiking from the womb to paradise
A thousand years
After all, where we are not, there is good, I know
There is too much eye from the pyramids
And on a short leash
Who to repeat us from the screens for freedom
My father, dying out
Maybe therefore similar types
I met so little
I went out into the city, burned with a void
There is a bunch of freaks, under the supervision of the convoy
Zero emotions, faces like shackles
And in the eternal circus prisoners of the fuss, and I am there
We divide the everyday life into an atom
Happiness with home delivery
Work with the prefix is necessary
So the days where there are there
Here is a vacation only by the blat
We are hunching for a salary
Trade of a residential square
Well, here live
I have to think about the high, right?
So high that there is one who has not seen once
From now on, he is only busy with his family
My eyes are on the contrary to me a guarantor, I am a mountain for them
With me luggage everything that is lived
What is on the heart with a load - forgotten
How many those toasts have raised about
Those with whom he drank, is not visible
I'm going home right from my homeland
And let your life be jealous there
I will grab a handful of currants
Lie on sand, sleep
The starry sky of the sea
The wrist does not press the bracelet
Where we can’t find us, I know
Hitchhiking from the womb to paradise
A thousand years
After all, where we are not, there is good, I know
Adrenaline boils in blood and so I want to live
Do not have time on paranoia, we are running all the time
Behind the bend right or everywhere turns
I am at the wheel of my fate is clearly not a passenger
We will just not condemn each other for actions
Everyone has been on the verge more than once, at the very crossroads
I don't understand these saints, they are not people
Who says more than he does, they will simply be forgotten
While meeting a new day
I am young and full of strength
I arrived on my own
Nobody asked me
In my plans to convey
Message through this dust
Remove all clouds with your hands
Torn from the ground
I do not see anyone through these black Ray Ben.
Only his goal "The guy solves problems"
Except on yourself, how to count on
I don't complain about life, I don't play here in the poor
Remember
The starry sky of the sea
The wrist does not press the bracelet
Where we can’t find us, I know
Hitchhiking from the womb to paradise
A thousand years
After all, where we are not, there is good, I know