TE1K - Графоман - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Hang the curtains, drew the curtains

A pine tree for a curtain in me or what?

Either a pedant, or a sample of the pen,

Either trouble, or sold himself.

I am in chains, in the shackles, within the framework of the window.

He clings, groans, within the framework of the law.

I hardly remember all the sheets that filled

Like a zombie, as if being in a binge!

White collars instead of sheets of paper,

Line by a boomerang, it is under a bootet

And it is unlikely to be happy and, lines-memory,

Quickly on the floor and screeching in Tartar!

Collected all the grayness, dust,

Lied to you all, and you

They trusted him as if relatives.

He will be different, throw you puzzles, pieces of meat, fine!

But I see him in myself day by day,

I thought we were different, not at all

Here's a shadow and my advice:

Run away from him yet, I haven't managed ...

With a bag behind the shoulders. With the mind and to the pier.

Screaming from bruises, not otherwise!

For decrepit vessels. Caulals.

Ikar to the sky, for its string is parabellum!

It's time to see the best in everything, but

Listen, how? The poet should suffer.

The poet must startup. For all.

But you are only yelch pieces of mass,

Maximum. So tear off the masks you!

Pandy to the bottom, finish the enemy, to the desired pie, the victory of Pirov, it would be time to feast, dive with a baigira, brother.

As before! Do not believe that I am your only friend?

Look around!

[Chorus]

There is only darkness around.

They throw Frisbee as if I am!

My fuselage gouging,

Trouts dubbing is a single -leaf!

Until it's not too late!

Decades of days will gather in tears,

I'm serious!

There is only darkness around. How so?

I am on Coruscant. Shtil in sails!

Around only the darkness of space and voice.

Colossal. You lied colossally,

How Kakada imitated his voices!

Colosses of the Rhodes. Tresh those boards,

On which your texts are tira toasts!

It's sick of because you yourself are from prayers

In stuffy walls. Under the same motive!

But how to understand that your lines are needed so much,

In order to exhaust the origins for their sake and squeeze all the juices!

You yourself said that everything is like one,

My tracks will drive like cocaine!

Well, how are they? After all, I do not see not one,

And fighting on the moon, like a wolf!

This pale crescent sickle

Sowing doubts and reaping the seed of troubles.

All one answer. These are the voice inside me?!

Here you have a belladonna in a glass

Stay it with a creature!

I promised you full halls

Happy Alliance and Long Brotherhood.

But for a long time you did not let me out of my head and you will soon clang in chains!

And this is just a dream and between us a mirror and morning will serve a shake!