Текст песни 3291 feat. Michgunz - Прогнозы

This past spring came to me with psychosis.
Alone within four walls, predictions
for something better compose it, give it to me ...
in response, silence, as in a flat joke

Turning the key into consciousness, well welcome, the plant for the production of senses does not respond.
Silence game, well let's be silent
Let's talk, just keep it a secret
Everything ... then party, our attempts to die,
breath to zero, but I couldn't.
I'm drowning in dreams, biting my elbows in my soul
I guess it's just a dream and maybe I'll wake up
Yes. if. if it were so mommy my mind is getting old and hence the strangeness -
I know a lot, I have heard a lot and I am silent, but at night I write in the corners, heal my wounds, my heart is once again empty, rather emptiness again is my favorite word, rather everything is fine than everything is bad, when in fact everything is the other way around.
I have not seen dreams for a long time, I have not seen colors, if your life is beautiful, paint mine ...
Although not worth it, I like her like that
I often see a demon, I often feel pain
In this miserable world, with miserable people, where there are plastic in the chest and hands made of cardboard, it is difficult to understand yourself and not find. what we wanted so much, what we need so badly
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Wake up .. No, we won't have time for seagulls ..
Study, voices: have pity on me ..
What did you do to me? - Out of nowhere a voice ..
Who are you and really grew up? ..
You quickly destroy your memory .. Rubik is a cube ...
Attend thoughts, clubs ruin you!
Magnifiers round the clock, poorly, sparingly ..
How much smok have you sucked through this bun. Two years old, it’s time to go to the clinic along the way ...
I doubt the choice, very nice to facial expressions ..
Mom, understand me, with a shower of lyrics ...
Grace to the shores, take care of what you can't take already .. It seems like all the slush, hide and seek - stop!
One hundred more times, please, please do not accept.
| Close .. | And you sit and enjoy the mysteries of space.
Slipping sideways - pros .. cons ..
What's going on in life? - What should be! ..
One way or another, this is in everyone's way ..
We are all hostages of the sun, a deceitful society ...
In white crosses, it is clear that it does not work.
Like these robots in offices, beating in coffee ..
Until the night .. Outcome: Everyone has insomnia.
As a result: you won't get it, you won't get through the bell.
The subscriber left the house, down with a whistle!
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On the twenty-first date, I’m sitting a bit screwy, overeating with nicotine, drinking beer, dreaming ... on the asphalt, where am I? And I'm over the cliff, sadness, breaks.
Father called, apologized for not calling back - they killed a friend, Misha, you must understand. The world is going to hell. chopped off the wings right before takeoff, fate draws the bindings.
Friends in the USA. I miss you, where I shouldn't be here, down or in layers ....
.... I thump into one, so that at least somehow glass does not flow out of my eyes, on the way ... porcelain, I touch - I break.
My shadow. I .. about you the Moscow river is tormented by the wind blowing like a fan. behind a couple, feel sad, what about the old, it's too late ... weak
summer for ..., in my heart predictions about how I did not have time, about what I did not do, I left my grandfather too early, you dream of money. I’m about eternal youth. I did not notice that dad is also unhappy, he has no control over himself, drunk hands gather all this dirt together, no one knows who he is in the metropolis ...
Inside the disease, words are like blades, why did I climb here
(on linoleum. or on my mind, helicopters are not from alcohol)
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