Текст песни the Doorbell - Сальто назад

PART 1:

The seed will bear fruit:
It was born the incredible world of someone's head.
In search of answers, we just that, run
On the one-two-three, surpassing moment
In order to see what was inside,
For its own mechanism has long been studied;
It would be naive relying found
That decades looking at the fate of the rapids.
Through the telescope of the most delicate colors
You proglyadish like your copy of the pack hope neighbor,
And then lose, then everything is the same ...
The longest series in your life. Let me turn it off?
But the buttons do not feel anything,
The battery of the village forever, no charge
Remote seemed something important, let you down,
In parallel, mocking your & quot; & quot ;. WE
Silhouettes, making Bezbashenny cry
The room 2x2 open the door into the abyss.
And the perpetual motion of the first stop
Induce, oznamenuya someone last segment.
They forgot to dance for the last time,
Go over your head, reach for the sky.
One of the silhouettes lost, devoting
This segment is not himself, and left the very first ...

Welcome! Bloody telescope set
Not so, as it should be, but he is always ready to be Fingered,
So if you can take yourself and try to
Tweak everything exactly so that every look objectively fall
Under the correct angle. But what else is true assume
If your opinion - gon? You can not face it!
Your mind with the body apart, for them the choice is too complex
Amid the 3D-space and a 360 circle.
It seems that you are not drunk, but drunk, because you look drunk,
Either you look the wrong way, not the fact, moreover, you do not stand there!
No one will give a hand, as soon as a fist. It is not necessary to run!
Rebutnulsya brain, changing the paint; subconscious did a back flip;
Strange, but the reality of the static image moved to something mobile,
A silhouette all in a moment vanished, replaced by little people themselves,
And the hope is that you lost, and now sits deep inside.
Only one knock forced to postpone the departure.
Stale wine. Raw basement walls, opening their mouths,
Cried out in unison, saying this moment has arrived, and it's time to
Making your fucking brains already start to top
Something his mother, more than just the fact of existence!
Ambitions can to gain pace, they are bulk!
This segment of our time to pick yourself a reward,
And do not care what's broken, but so will the risk is justified!
Finger presses F5. consciousness is ready. Another Flip ...

And that had not sung the soul that had not done my face, as if I did not look them in the eye.
There's the door the dream, on the other side of the world to him I could not get it.
We are not the same, I admit. I lose, you gain.
But to see that to lose until I'm ready, I take and reboot!
(We are not the same, admit it. You lose, I get.
But to see that it's time to take me a long time, I am taking and reboot!)

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PART 2:

Good morning again! Rappers, notably proschelkav
His fucking something ready to hand over the cheek.
But I'm not a rapper, therefore, I can only take and you move
The first part and the second so as not to miss folk.
Well, hello to you! Honestly, God knows how many times ...
Taki imperceptibly for themselves forgot about the main thing to tell!
What they say my opponent - crow, as it were, can be confusing,
But what is strange is that short-term memory loss.
Good day! I was in my childhood naebnulsya.
He did back flips, head railing find.
On the one-two-three even forgot that I pissing Batlle,
Amnesia hesitated, but sometimes even funny,
For me being aggressive, I can send you fuck!
A few seconds passed - I'm good, though the Samaritans.
But not to say that rap shit yours until I forgot who you are,
Did I somehow not ready to forgive. Hi! Go to hell!
I am imperfect, and you, too, so you can send me a raven.
Buenos Dias! Look, you're fit to call me Doorbell.
During those 10 seconds fucking until I anything else pom