Руставели - Как мне кажется - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Pseudo -Drugs made me more shit than enemies

Inside my texts, the answer is why I became so

Sometimes, breaking out of a cage of prickly fate

It seems to me that for some reason my essence wants back

Twisting a top with hope for a new jump

On a hard coup with luck, pour a fart on a hook

I don't knock me down, I will beat for my scrap

It hurts, albeit one against a pack of dog

The world fucked finally - this is constant

Finita la comedy, take the role of a prisoner

And without subcutaneous implants, you are like a mantra

Verb and gundish what you throw in your jar

As if voodoo went through your mind

With a raised thumb you, smiling, go to the bottom

I look in the face, but I see a bitten Apple

There are no more questions naive "whose planet?"

When you know how to shoot rats, you often lose the ship

And entering the port bar, I ask not tea, but whiskey dable

If I haven't sunk from different granules yet

Deliver me, milkman, from the delirium of the wrong plots

My eyes burn like two lonely flashlights

Aphids burn through and through, any vice is practice

Becoming a misanthrope out of former romance

Who you love, I know, without a candy wrapper

Reasonable, kind, eternal - everything is on the window

Missed the base - pay the car

Look, do not get carried away, otherwise with such things

You can wake up without things, in a box with homeless

Who is looking for, he will find, and whoever finds will lose

Play according to the rules to look right and without a pale

Twist to the left and right of everyone who is faithful to you

This is life, isn't it? Glory to your fate

I saw the Sports in the shit, saw the blows of the shopping

That they beat Klitshe Klitschko, such a crankshaft

Such a competition when it catches Shampoo with a glass

Some lifting bead near garbage urns

Just do not cry, no one is perfect here

The game of good boys is funny, but it is

There is enough space for everyone, if you think a little

But each creature now spreads the track

Live, blasphemy to me, but let's live others

You are not a textbook for another and has never been to them

I trust only experience and those who are in battle

He beat the enemy in the head, and did not stand from the edge

You think what you think like me, but you did not become me

Go home, filthy this makeup rinse

I would say to you: "Be yourself"

But you fucking, you yourself do not know who you are inside

Chorus - 4 times

KMK, I have not seen immaculate

Kmk, nothing is durable

Kmk, any soul - a dot

But what does not seem to me - what I know for sure

You think, probably: “What he has driven about now,” right? And I'm all about the same. About what I consider the main thing in the relationship: understanding, fidelity, forgiveness. Do you get it? Fidelity, forgiveness. Everything else is lyrics. Sapere aude!