Lucas Kane - Тяжёлые будни недопоэтов - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

1 part:

Introduction:

I was born, in this tirada I'm crazy and tyrant,

"Born to fly", and not crawl, MC writer,

There are no strength to wip.

How was the mother hurt, the force method of Visiony,

We are waiting for global changes, here's "Metamorphosis of Ovid".

For the meek period, the high degree did not reach

And life for a gift nervous will give tick, focus,

In the Renaissance of my Volkhvov, there is no shining stars in the sky,

Justify the dilapidations lately pushing, but I will observe the post ridiculous.

PART:

Silently my idea in the temple, in Sim Coliseze, did not pass miles there,

I live in a certain "lost paradise", I am the first person, John Milton.

And my Dualism's admission surpasses the absurd features of Macbeth,

Will be for the cordon of the dream of "poet", he did not honor himself many times as the ego.

He began to see himself through the prism of Dante, Vergil, Psalms sang in parables,

But love for music will go to another and will die early as Beatrice.

Do not judge the femide, because the scales bowl to the edge is full of sins,

The amazement of madness, sin is grace, we need to catch us a parish.

Who has no face, he sustained the Venetian stencil,

Thinking is solid antinomy, enjoy Rafael's paints.

The years flew, and the Mount Circus, your Oda Horace looked into the water,

Painting died in my insights, so they will come around without scenery.

Burned notes alive, Hephaest! Ensemble this kanet choir!

Where are you my callihor? Deaf lighthouse, and inside the corridors.

I seek Robot Pirate, Angel Wings - Feather Trial,

Laid by the Spartak to his people to my coffin, uranium!

Epilogue:

Who is my black man? Whether you are a copper rider,

Substitute sabers and loops to the throat, the branches frozen mig

She has been having a suggestion of Hell's servants, the gigner is impoliates the despot plywood,

Unscrew the whole quintessence of "Russian Nietzsche", now demons in me.

Kronos, turn the time to reverse, it takes an hour to last minute, and I "CHRAND" on Earth,

Obliged "his" again to crucify again, death inevitably, dragged the cable of the row,

That's the whole drama, the tragedy of the Creator, this secondary epitaistist,

The life of the hypochondria tight, but she is at a satirical "conformist" ...

Chorus:

My furious, sweat friend,

Tell me who came

Hears in the ears ringing, trit around,

Leave the "Apple" snake on the whim.

And I do not need your title (not needed). I have long died,

Destroy stereotypes, no, not ready!

And breaking up the rocks, hard to become like Prometheus,

Do not avoid watches, here and gong breaks through the day.

2 part:

You are slavery battle, merge your skill - my choice to the river,

You are not county in England, in this sparring I for not "Kent."

Demoling up the regalia, incomplete parchment, in picket blocks,

I carry a different, unique, but linden in your hand!

Do not intend to pretend, believe them, do not forget me to pray weak.

In the SIM state of my "Third Rome" (REAM / Stop), everyone goes in my footsteps!

For me, Mark Azeri Trend, do it is obliged here dangerous, not boring,

If I did in the Trap arena, then you can get to my trap.

I am the flag of this country, the banner, this Befe is nasty sprawl,

But I'm on the right track, because the Bethlehem Star is shining.

Another speculator, the sectarian is flattering, although I have a weight - Heavy,

I always accept solutions always "Iron", even though I do not play "West Hame".

It will only be able to drive hip-hop dancing, however, weighty,

You can try to kill me, but I will end the Eson.

I am helpless, tone in the bayin phobia, throw anchor, looks,

So much closed in its inner world, like Jacob Golyadkin.

There is no medals, titles, pursuit, I was given to the rank,

I will find relationships to your relatives - Otto Rank.

Everything is gray around, as if this is a terrible place to Gotham, darkness,

I develop on, in the opposite direction, my years collapse.

I am tapped, mental heads, the soul of resentment,

Introduce to the hockey club for evil to arrange the battles of "Titans".

What is the temperament on the competition? Tears wrapped me,

We think the tactics, but calm down, the victory for me, because I am Dmitry Donskoy!

All rebelled, but not consciously, they say, the path of them in the end is true,
You wanted to change "WIND_OWS", but he felt the "wind streams" by all the chute.

A lot of words, metaphor, why there are no monthly abode? (About himself),

Beautiful epithets, allegory, I just need to hate my opponent.

I'm not going to look for facts, compromising, as a spy is not Natasan,

There are all where every duet, where every echelon in masks,

I am anger to walk, not in the horse feed, this gnosis is OPA,

It is aimed to tear off the heads of rats like the same Ozzy Osbourne.

And many not know about me, shed three times info,

I don't see the meaning in this in good sacrist, pound,

None of the currency, interpret the words, you have parties in pischt

You look at my picture and stumble on the "Knife" - Leonardo da Vinci.