Текст песни Lead smog - Двойник

I woven in the shade of my double -lazuli double
He penetrated my soul with deep cries
Why was I created?
Why do I live?
Under the scorching sun
Gobby put out he will leave everyone quietly
And how much blood was spilled here
A person will destroy himself with his own weapon
Under the influence of the substance of the bastard

In general, fucking why is it necessary
I found this question in myself
This question will drill the crown with a grin
And wishes all the best
The coming day will come again
and I still lie in the pillow fuck
In the repita Two his life is the previous one
Remembering everything that I did not need
This my world gradually destroyed
Now my double is walking with me everywhere
From home to street walls
After all, something once went on a pussy
After all, not everything is so simple here
We are the captives of the tel
Nobody managed to get out of them yet,
but pulls where there is no lie and there is no truth
Pulls where nothing at all
There are no hardships of worries and a thoughtless herd,
that time burns in meaningless days
Living your days
When all this will only fill the darkness
And will fall into a muddy sediment
Muddy sediment

Give me at least a chance to forget it all
Something presses in the temple
The face is numb
The nature of the nature is our painful mortal
I put many examples in my life
Now I do not feel my body
Now all this will seem to me sleeping
But still you need to believe in the best
So as not to remain a rotten creature

Give me at least a chance to forget it all
Something presses in the temple
The face is numb
The nature of the nature is our painful mortal
I put many examples in my life
Now I do not feel my body
Now all this will seem to me sleeping
But still you need to believe in the best
So as not to remain a rotten creature

I woven in the shade of my double -lazuli double
He penetrated my soul with deep cries
Why was I created?
Why do I live?
Under the scorching sun
Gobby put out he will leave everyone quietly
And how much blood was spilled here
A person will destroy himself with his own weapon
Under the influence of the substance of the bastard