ВВП - Процесс Прозрения - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I was not happy!

Vile bastard.

A dark amateur, a shah and a matte of blood in a maze.

The moon cannot be seen as if the devil stole.

Carried a pirate flag, the enemy swam.

Complete fear, fell into a ravine!

I would have your problems.

Your forgiveness is not by the way!

They gave an invitation to the wedding, where I will be the former, future your wife’s future.

To understand everything?! Is it in charge. The sky has changed with the earth, or just to the top of you!?

Everything was a secret!

Once!-Lady and I were awesome.

Two! Charms in the bathroom.

Three! Stopped. Everything was a chance ... not dreams!

I can’t believe me, but not about the truth.

I got on the scales- "Anti-li"! = D

The branch broke and went to the bushes. Veeter let me understand, try to leave. Who tried to find it?!

He remained not, but I became the main one!

He entered the hall idle and was sick!

And now the dream ...- so that the son explains to everyone that I fooled everyone ...!

But OPIAT ... Alas!

Everything is sooner, I get old, faster than from trees, fallen sheets.

I was told, I have, but how nice it is to have, there is no and will not be anywhere.

How much to sit? Though not soon, you are soon!

But he managed to sit, from such a disperse.

The dew on the grass, there is a cane on the water, the flowerbeds of roses in the yard, everything is fine ... annoying !!!

Rough tone, in the head is a samorem. On the concrete, fell face, -wash is the odd father.

I would have been a noy, someone would be. But and so it will help me with seedlings or light end !!

Where to go further?, Only one fright here!

The mirror is reflected.

I am not even a wolf among the sheep, I am a sheep in the middle of endless fields and seas, and only someone in a circle ... Here it is !! But no, this is not a friend. I am only a prisoner of my fables. After all, there is no one here. Only a devilish ... a vicious circle. And this is only, vision of vision!

Duke View!

I am one like 52 Hz whale.

After trying, to figure it out and, having thrown away, abandoning a flock of salvation.

I forgot how to speak at all.

Felts are not luck, felts from secret desires. Self-digging, self-terrain and self-approval.

How many miracles were there?! And they stupidly "profiled".

I thought that I was self -confident, with a new idea, and now weak, cornered in a corner.

Maybe the end is soon!? Sleep -Morpheus. And again I will become myself.

I will see friends again .. at the end I will earn respect, I will scoop the way home.

Wisdom is a decision, rudeness of deprivation. Light in the world.

Evaluation of the crown, pollutions end and I am full of patience.

This is a difficult film, but more expensive than all places are the processes of insight.!