FaNNy - Бой с самим собой - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

We ourselves don’t know what we want...

Take the battle with your mind one on one...

The main enemy is in your head, dare him...

The psychos are hitting, but know that you will not win...

Let's make meat so there won't be a limp end...

This world is dirty, you can’t give in to it...

No one ever wants to fall face down in the dirt and you will see...

When your head is bursting with rude thoughts on the edge of an abyss...

The brain is bursting with details, the hormones are pushing themselves, the world of eternal trials...

We fly under something, we immediately injure others, we hit others with propellers and we’re in the wrong places...

We will stand up, the couple will press the rod with their temples and so on with me and my friends...

They took beats, wrote themselves, in order to take a higher place on the pedestal...

Dubstep mania sits in my head, while it tears my ears, my speakers are torn...

My eardrums hear the energy of the sound, and at that moment I disconnect from the chick...

Darkness, the main battle with oneself, a blow to the brain and suicide of nerve cells...

This is the first thing, then you begin to compare yourself to dust, you feel like you have become a shadow...

You immediately become idle, but you, as a fighter, must win this fight anyway...

With yourself, prove that you are not an outcast, turn up the volume and shake your head...

Oh oh, start accelerating, set the desired speed, prove that you are worthy of something...

Our world is structured in such a way that everyone feels sorry for themselves and is not ready to fight in the face of fear of blood...

Now I’m crippled, I can’t get over the injury...

Nerves are fraying, hopelessness strikes at the snap of your fingers...

My every new day is an eternal struggle...

The main victory is when I put myself on my shoulder...

But now I’m not the same, different from the inside...

There will be no more snot and nooses around your neck...

I have become tough, there is no pity and faith...

Now I create it myself, try and stop me...

I’m tearing myself apart inside, I don’t understand how to get rid of it...

What the hell are the wounds, forgetting to look at everything, at a bunch of girlfriends, unnecessary flocks...

What the hell is a galleric, I’m made of steel, the main thing is to kill this feeling in myself in some places...

Put up a new banner, I’m tired of reproaching and I’ll become soulless and let everyone know...

They never wanted to understand me and here is the proof, I am again not understood by anyone...

Now everyone is older and doesn’t want to listen, but only offers hydroponic treatment...

And you have to reach for the other sex again without feelings, removing fragments of memory...

And who is working here is a real guy, but no one, only the one who flies on the wings of faith is cool...

Why these boring screams, everyone tells me to stop writing endless snot...

But this is my path, from which I am woven, that’s why I’m tearing my throat out...

My boat floats, sometimes head over heels down, sometimes suddenly all the way up...

And when can I expect white success, to walk along the white stripe without pain and without any troubles...

Now it is customary among our people to have principles and abandon those who are native...

Decide for yourself who is good or bad, and then get stuck in a crack or in a fucking ford...

You don’t need to look at who is fashionable, the former saint is no longer necessary, the main thing is to be free...

It seems to me that it’s time to change everything in the other direction, my triumph is already on the way...