Текст песни Капюшон Ноу Мо - Нет, нет, нет

Buy a silver, I have selling his meaning.
I talentless actor behind a screen watching the play.
Dressed working class, and look let withdrawn bitch
I sell my watch, and buy the line.
I avoid attitudes among your talents,
Look, I'm in the wilderness of the sweet smell of hashish.
I do not know what people are breathing, you crows brings morphine.
I saw: he poured tears, realizing that you are not wise.
Someone buzzed on the trumpet, I was involved in the song.
Flocked body on the railing, falling into the stairwell.
As papilloma mind and lucky even once,
My rap - it's insanity, splash, spilled paint.
How far is the star, I look at the black sky,
This concept is at the people of the world an insult.
I buy the line similar to delirium.
People buy silver, they are telling me I am not.

No, no no no no no no nooo.
No no no no no no nooo.
No, no no no no no no nooo.
No no no no no no nooo.

I'm sitting near a tree in last year's leaves,
It does not matter what you thought my mission in the letters,
My hands so long were seen in blood,
What wrinkled pillow, if I sat in the bath.
This is not a horror movie, then let the sun shine,
And what I would not say here, I'll be a stranger.
I knew a guy, he changed terribly,
What have you seen the nightmares and has watched it as a joke.
I'm better than ever stupid than I know all the secrets.
Just cut off the railing - so people can not fall,
Divide the brain itself, errors zatushat firecrackers.
And I loved who loved her for oral sex.
Eyes full of laughter, people, kiss of life.
Theories of success - nonsense, I fucked your numbers.
The dial midnight, I'm selling a trifle.
The child is crying and wants to mother his liver.
Take my sword, I'm behind the scenes so modest,
Actresses climb into my liver, I feed them with blood.
I'll tear performance, goose pulling the skin,
I locked all the doors - no help.
People living in other people's eyes, I see there are fires.
We missed all the love and we got the sting.
Spotlights illuminating you all face in the hall.
Let's have fun. Who's tired? They sat down, stood up.
Buzz Lightyear did not know how to fly, but he believed in miracles.
I do not want, do not teach. I do not want to, but I feel.
God, forgive me for the songs - all written once,
I did not want to play with fate, but I handed the card.
We are all sick, but it does not stop being happy,
Do not interfere with the fear, it will not prevent a shot in the back.
I have a collection of the worst, but I'm fine, you see.
All the kings in the hall, I get dirty your image,
I do not like you, where I weed among the plants,
I am a red-brown geranium, I dwell in the shadows.
I spit in the face of dirty bitches and cheap productions.
You fast-food boxes, poisonous drops.
Ticking, timer, fast, fly away!
On dynamite stomach, let's flying.
You look in my eyes, you are asking for mercy:
The squares, in the homes, in the streets, railway stations.

For your souls of lost I have secrets:
You ask about something - I'll tell you: Noooo.