четыре сезона осени - свет против тьмы - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Copies ... copies ... copies. Your mother, how everything was the same, under a carbon copy, as if nausea is undoubtedly. And I will ask you to stand up and go out, four straightforward lines with a simpletry melody is not my limit. And there is no chorus in my songs, only emotions, experiences, part of the soul - all ingenious is simple, like this recipe for success, albeit in a narrow circle. I prefer quality, not quantity; I am interested in a thoughtful listener. Yes, I will tear myself to pieces and feed animals; I will reveal my veins and put the bush of virgin white roses with my blood; Yes, I will break into the cake and turn myself inside out for the sake of standing lines, because the devil knows how the deadline I have been released, and the most important thing in your life is death; Your legacy. If everything that you leave behind is a lifeless body in a wooden box, then go and die now, do not waste air, it will start to miss it: the forests are cut down at the speed of light. I no longer wait and do not look for all the answer. My glass is half empty, but near -philosophical reasoning from my drunken lips no longer burst out. I more often prefer to be silent, and more and more often I notice how others try to mumble. These people constantly lack something. Well, why do not we value what we have until some shit happens? I will soon smash a wrapped heart by bit, recover from oblivion and silent oblivion. I will go forward from the past; I’ll step back from plans for the future, and dissolve in the moment. But so far my glass is half empty, a slight inexplicable sadness settled in my soul. Well, let me accept it with all my heart. In this world, everything is fine in its own way: every new day is illuminated by the summer sun clear; A wave of sea beaches of this small cozy town caresses. In children's sincere smiles, the meaning of the word "happiness" is fully reflected. And on the acidic physiognomies of adults, only "bad weather" is seen. History is old as our world, light against darkness. And only you decide on which side you are ... choose ...