Текст песни замкнутость 8 - поиски будущего превратились в прятки

wake up and write

as if in the fifth degree the essence of the word "bad".
mouth shut, say whatever you like.
proud to cares, closed within his god.
there is agony and a feast, and so on in a circle again,
the world is spinning.
a spindle of ideas, and empty promises.
smile, boomerang leaving, goodbye.
millions of templates, but I'm drowning in your charm.
sorry for someone, but not for me.
and it is foolish to cherish the old shadow.
give me a try to believe
that life is a river
and there is the opposite bank.
we'll meet there.
at four twenty in the morning.
all numbers have long been erased from memory
and you would sleep if you could.
it's not too late to hurry
harder to come to this.
thoughts are chaotic beating against the mirror.
morning smeared with a new series.
serey days than ever.
yes, and hundreds of flowers would hardly please.
and any slave with joy
about his freedom talentedly shares.
"week starts on Friday
and there it ends with a "drunkard,
and it seems that living is not the goal.
what then? the answer is not knocking on the door.
and how long can you wait?
with my skin I feel that it’s already somewhere close.
the glare of the sun at night will confuse
in uselessness the best and that's it.
and all with a fist in the chest,
if it doesn't come to the point.
to lie down on the bottom - there will be no dilemma.
blood from lips crushed by a tooth.
it's stupid to shout about your merits,
no one remembers good. but remember you.
the views from the windows shone dreams.
there was no room for emptiness.
the vessel was full.
from boredom climbed into my head.
serious-faced clowns teach
how to break out into the best.
will crush the nervous system with nonsense
burn out and believe
that you are the same as these
stuck on a lonely planet.

Nikolay Livnev
I don't seem to be in authority here
and the days will blow like deja vu under the wind.
they take us apart for someone else's business
and everyday life gets dirty like chalk.
everything will be as chance wants
so one day
flutter the WORST, with wings of the BEST
we are waiting for this metamorphosis, first of all in ourselves,
we peep trustingly, to a non-existent fate
come on
change
Time Zones
the imaginary world of adults
and a dream to do it before the final curtain,
clench your fists kid. I grew up count without a father,
knuckles
there were no mistakes. it was an experience, maybe not the most pleasant

my aura got up, sweetheart in heels
enough. more even, nowhere more clearly

to love, or to love you, which is more correct
__ WHAT is more likely here

four twenty in the morning, our globe
your note on twitter about looking for a way out
quoting nietzsche death is close enough
so that you can not be afraid of life

your dope is gone
cut out anyone's name
along the snow-white hand, steel lines
now it's much more important to run at random
but it's hard to know that it's probably there

and we will be remembered for being different
FACT is closer to us than our deaf thoughts,
there will be NOTHING
and if they do not teach their mistakes, then NOBODY will teach.

maybe we'll remember later

although we'd be better off not thinking too much
this is essentially our triumph
because you need to be the best at something.

and the last will be the first

you need to be the best at something
and the last will be the first
just something better
and the last will be the first