Небро feat. Полумягкие - Мистика - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I'm reading the sheet, making notes on the calendar. Sure that we are on our way to the light, to the top. And you think where your wildebeest line is. Still find where the bottom and not return to the bottom. Push away from the wall and rest against another, vicious circle, but I will find a way out. The upside down world pressed on the membranes, step over the barrier or stay alone. One by one, or one by weight. The weeks are lost, the earthly compass is shot down. I threw all the pennies from the piggy bank into the sea, it turned out that the money was evil, I stopped working. A slave to the situation, counting friends on one hand, an image without gloss, melted like plastic. Through any hole I will get out, as if there is a sense, as if someone needs it.