Schokk - мысли вслух - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Well ...

The whole world and the feather in his hands froze.

Something shit somehow.

Freedom from the window, but I will be locked in four walls with cold.

Tomorrow we will begin to fly, and today we will sleep.

Half -dead in the dark and I need me like lies of the sheet thought.

Where did resentment go? How to feed my devils inside? And how to write off them away, because sometimes black than they are not black ink.

I have not lived on the ancient covenants, live a century to learn, so why do I need advice?

Beat and was a bit after, betrayed and was devoted for it ...

I destroyed in myself more than Nera in Rome, and that’s the feeling in the family to be a demon in the company of cherubs.

How many old friends and not friends today who have taken all doubts about myself. The fact that I am a finished fucker and rotten as a corpse and as soon as I open my mouth - I go.

Guilt? Someone is to blame, but I never got out sideways and it’s dark to me about it, as Nabokov would say.

I just left and ran, I just said - “I am sorry,” but there was no pity. Friendship served me to the goal of serving the method.

I drew my grandmother wrinkles for myself, inhaled my father’s tears, I crushed my parents' shame in tobacco and smoked before the filter, to the end.

They drove me like a dog from home, right, because I was an enemy even to my brother’s brother.

And for a piece of blue -eyed pussy in the club, I love my love like a drunken scum sucked like flowers in a flowerbed. She cried...

And God symbolically divided us with the shadow of the extinguished torch.

The party is lost. And not that the not the same cards were, just burst patience. Karma.

Sorry father, this moment is awkward for me. Recognition is bitter, it is difficult to make life out of me, taking out the smoke of cigarettes from the lungs.

Well, now I'm an adult? Or maybe again I was at the step? How long has I been afloat in my shit? Give me a chance. Will I find a clean shirt among the corpses in the closet ...