Притча - Триумф плоти - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Look. Here she is your love. Started as interest, grown up to sympathy and love. And dropped to ...

About good, beautiful, pleasant, sensual, gentle, as for the first time timid.

What is in you what is not in others if there is no mind? Destructive cells of egoists - all that surrounds. Intelligence is only a raid on a rotten scores of the sorter of the inner you. For the sake of this, all your exploits with the opposite sex begin and end. The realities of our days on all degrees near you. Foreign trips. Absolute orgasms. They look stupid even from your eyes. From the side even worse. Pretend to be every day and all upright.

Lick the womb with your dirty thoughts, the shells of human bodies. In an alcohol -free ride, pretend that you can love. The false similarities of personalities pour their animal in private, in their comfortable den, who is more successful, stronger - does not pour out itself. Everything is bought, in words or currency, strength or fear - any person, any action, any views. You do not know how to enjoy the real, everything is minute, all with expresses and fast foods are cast. And if you enjoy it, then only not for yourself.

This is your life in bright colors. Careless and cardboard, invented not by you, but taken by you on faith and performance. Ideals, dreams, priorities, skillfully adults in you, vaccinated from birth do not cause doubt and complaints. From nowhere to nothing, even though with threads of stupidity, misunderstanding, subordination, self -interest and weak will. And you are not like that, it's all about someone else, but not about you. Fight out and love, just as blind, just as animal went. Hiding in the word love. A parody of a person. Absurdity. An incorrigible error. Triumph of the flesh.