1 verse:
I often think how long can I wash the soles on this earth?
I'm all tired, tired of intrigue, tired of gossip, tired of breakdown,
Perhaps if I die someone can and will become easier?
I know my relatives and friends will give me a face for such speeches.
Not that is not forever and when you do not be my last day,
I would like to leave beautifully, without noise quietly closing the door,
But it will not be soon sure that it is not soon
So far I do not loan your pedestal yet, I do not cut the promised word.
looking into the mirror I understand that the wrong person was before,
The appearance of the same, but the soul and the mind have long changed long ago,
Whether he matured, did it understand? time passed for heroes,
What a pity that the kindness is now among people this phenomenon.
2 verse:
I grew up weeds on the garden, not a cultivated plant,
but I'm not a vegetable and do not throw me up with fertilizer,
Maybe I am olden and live in the old world,
which has long been no longer that sank as Atlantis.
But I'm not like most, I will not exchange my ideals,
I feel myself a monkey that, although something understands,
godly god i didn't go goat and did not enter the herd of the barons
which manipulates easily and how they want to manage.
like a dog hound chasing the prey as well as I carry the dream,
And it seems to be caught and like a victory, but the result is due to the bummer,
still a little bit and I will soon break, but for now I barely stand on my feet,
Thanks to the angel Keeper only thanks to him I open my eyes every morning.
3 verse:
I tell Dima Molds, Dima is time to become older,
Nafig this kindergarten you should not throw what I started!
And who needs a meaning now? So three oxo two sorts,
To be stupid, the parade of freaks has long been open.
I am definitely not a place I am an eagle, not a home parrot,
I need freedom, but cage and walls will kill me with time,
hunting disable the Internet and all mobile phones
I want to stay today alone Leave me all alone.
The outloes should be short, but understand the shower.
So far, everything is bad, everything is terrible, but I see the light somewhere there at the end of the tunnel,
How much time forces and nerves I spent on this mixtape?
But I tried to glory read from the soul as I wanted.
I will read rap for anything that would not happen that it would not happen,
I believe in the fact that there are those people who will fall to the depths of the soul is a mulzo,
Well, while I will understand me a guy's units from Minsk from Belarusian Stalitsa,
An ordinary guy for which Rap is, something more than before all the fuceman.
