otnose. - Roont - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

My stormy youth is poured with burned nervous - time in the old watches.

Twenty years, I was tired of excessively from the words that I could not tell them.

I was given habits and anger, but not an incentive - *We do not take it, throw it. *

And I threw everything that gave me a way out of the cage, nothing fought for tomorrow.

I step here a meter after a meter on dreams, I hear their crunch, like neck on ropes,

I feel a stench of rotten opportunities, the smell of all dead ambitions.

my language is bitter experience, and the medallion is redone in my chest,

Well, the hands are cut with the edge of the mirrors. And there is nothing in them, except for the dark eye sockets,

bleached and impersonal, without a hint of those lights that

They crowded in them before, preventing me from burning me to the ground and die in Potemki.

I know that not one is suitable, although here is a thousands of circles.

And with every second, a sandwich in ancients is losing hope here to carve a spark.

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I break up into fractals.

From height to eternity.

You are in the cage. smoke.

I strangled without emotion.

But my ship is drowning in the sea.

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I lose myself in these songs under the night, I find somewhere in strange apartments by morning

With strangers that they will not hold out of my hands, and in general, it seems, they will not stretch out for a year.

Probably, this pulls to where I will also die,

how they, or rather, will kill in myself

What he tried to create, under clap and an enthusiastic grumble.

I don't know what's worse than the evils: either just stop fighting it,

or go without a purpose for a call, for these people, having become famous for the canine,

After all, I am confident at the service station: the thread will break off and the supports will collapse,

And these strangers will definitely not extend their hand,

as I. No one has become a hero of children's dreams, you know,

Everyone is lonely and weak, but everyone for others is a bastard,

All one model, inside a ton of rusty mechanisms.

Only those who suddenly were written off from the bills are paid.

We are all a production marriage that is not adapted to this environment,

out of childhood, but after the ideas lost in their little handful,

Where everything will cost, where we certainly would find ourselves and our own,

But in the end, the eyes are just go out. And the ice was already engaged in the hearts.

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