Ink.D. - Проводник - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The hands on the clock were running. I didn't notice. I was torn to pieces. There weren't enough suits on the cards. People were striving for power. There were brass knuckles in my head. As if some kind of council. The white light disappeared. Time was trampling into the ground. And it was dark outside. I couldn't stand it all. Pounds sterling in my hands. And the Bering Gulf was ahead. Few words. I became like the sleep hatch. Small as a man, but weighty. If only I could become a demon. To see the line between truth and nonsense. Sometimes thoughts cut my head like knives. Maybe they'll become complicated. Or maybe they'll be in a sheath. I only ask for a sign. Darkness again. Of course, I won't become like Tupac. But words are strong as steel. And I became small. I see smoke again. But... my guide is gone and I'm alone again. From birth until this day. Only a shadow can help with silence. Well, and again the Guide left the walls of the house. In the head fog. As if he was in a coma. And he himself is crumpled morally. Although he was at sea, but. Everything is predetermined. Taken aback. The sunset is already hovering. As if in a black bag. The man left the place of power. He became exhausted. Tortured, even if you kill him. Hundreds of people were visible. Many whores. The guys are gay. And not a single genius. Or he joined the herd. Although that's how it should be. Why be alone. Torture yourself from birth and further ... Although ... I got older. And already march. I liked Marge in the Simpsons. Or in the jazz style. Still, without a hitch. They say there is no need to look. Went into the abyss. Or went to despair.