Tim Shark - 15 год 2.7 - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Intro:

15 years old, the second seventh interrupted my poem ..

Freedom is deprived, bracelets from the threshold to hand are dangerous, and terminals!

Remove your heart ..

There is no more inertia on it!

And there is no sense in believe me to live,

I went to "you" with death!

Here! All loot schemes are worked out only solving problems! Where are we!?

I am empty like at a speed of a sublem without a helmet, a desperate demon drew up into me

Cut the chopen march .. I will return and half a way on the walls!

You! I was buried early, I see through you like an X -ray ..

1 verse

I lived with wolves, but I didn’t howl for wolf, so who was I? Question to nowhere ..

Lousy sheep? Or a white sheep? your own or exiled!? Courtroom!

It is not for you to judge me, but who once created me!

I know there is no end to my sins, but everyone once and somewhere sinful ..

Nooo!

I'm far from moron, I didn't drink wine from someone else's glass

No longer exported, he dreamed that someone would come and finish off ..

But only two hold me, and I know that every life would merge

For me, and the one for which he lived at large, loved

Here! I have everything false, deceit a parody of laughter for life

Who is waiting for not recognizing the truth, as here, I will make mirages

Waiting mode, time I am enemy and a dream is at least any salvation!

But if life here is fear, then I am far an exception!

I changed it to a smile grin, passed what I was looking for ... but this is not a defeat!

I took the anthrak for a while, there will be a revenge, after the disappearance

Recovery! He became a phantom to your fountains! From an overdose of pressure

Talogo is not enough and the body is tired! But I will never fall to my knees ...

Chorus:

15 years old, the second seventh interrupted my poem ..

Freedom is deprived, bracelets from the threshold to hand are dangerous, and terminals!

Remove your heart ..

There is no longer energy on it!

I don't make sense, believe me to live,

I went to "you" with death!

Here, all the looms of loot are worked out only solving problems! Where are we!?

I am empty like at a speed of a sublem without a helmet, a desperate demon drew up into me

Cut Chopin's march! I'll be back and half -winter on the walls

You! I was buried early, I see all through all like an X -ray ..

2 verse:

Everyone who swore to love was erased not to live without me alone brother for his brother,

I was only eager to finish, or just forget, to seal on me!

Forgive the empty, but I can’t save me, in the eyes of many now I am a bastard!

But I, like that dog Hachiko is true and served three in this life and equally!

Know !!!

You are my inspiration! The last in life! Confession to you my defeat! Sin! I don't know! But only your forgiveness is important ...

I am lost at night in lines with a vein robot under voltage!

The heart-source of the painting-defibrillator charging is close to exhaustion!

Close to the fall!

But for a moment! Only

Expect my return!

Enough patience!

Wait without movement!

Know !!!

This is not a defeat!

It's a pity!

This cannot be changed ...

And do not turn back here, continuous,

But only losing everything you will learn how to live

You understand who is close to the heart who is from the edge!

Yes, such life! But to live! In hell for paradise! Do not count and you know!

How difficult it is in the pack! be superfluous and bark! bite for the truth, posthumous to her memory-it ...

Where life is different, laws and rules are to survive

The court decided so, such a fate, the last word of silence as a gift

Chorus:

15 years old, the second seventh interrupted my poem!

Freedom is deprived, bracelets from the threshold to hand are dangerous, and terminals!

Remove your heart ..

There is no more inertia on it!

I don't make sense, believe me to live,

I went to "you" with death!

Here! All the schemes are worked out, the loot only solves problems! Where are we!?!?

I am empty like at a speed of a sublem without a helmet, a desperate demon drew up into me

Cut Chopin's march! I'll be back and half -go to the walls !!!

You! I was buried early, I see through you like an X -ray ...

OUTRO:

15 years old, the second seventh interrupted my poem ...

Freedom is deprived of, bracelets from the threshold to hand are dangerous and the terminals are open ...

On the heart....

There is no more inertia on it ..

I don't make sense, believe me to live,

I went to "you" with death .......