Текст песни ЛеКсИкА - Рассуждения

Be happy or suffer, time does not forgive, it
Knows how to take away, adds only experience to a row
Forces to what is no longer possible, but I really want poison.
And all in a row, blowing up elegant guys.

The coveted coast is hidden behind foggy winds
Without changes in life and always on the blades, on the verge
Maybe in the loops that they had a long time in the branch
Anyway, I have already made my sad contribution to the world.

Search and find, where to work out promptly to us
After all, people have achieved a lot according to the rules and without an article
But you have to pay for everything, your fate is a thin thread, you
Hinted, a vicious circle, choice of your gingerbread or whip.

You can be endlessly cool, and consider yourself to be
But more than half of the corpses, and to that they also lie
Take everything from life here, pushing us this absurdity, but remember
Your case, from a human monkey will make work.
Some in the fraternal circle, others in the piles of the bodies insolently rod.
If not two of these differences, then you are the third option, friend.
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The close path will become distant, and difficulties are easy
It happens in different ways if you are not you and smoke in the lungs.
Maybe you can be careful with the lived
You will forget everything that the street taught and now worries ...

It’s never too late to look up, with prose into space
Thoughts are of different growth. Monster are you in business or just
Unjusted, you download smoke in puffs through the nostrils in vain.

From bronze prizes or gold ringing, tears of victories or dreams of chambers and moan
You will get what worthy does not stand! Choice: Fight for food or struggle for the throne.

The second from the finish in a moment, or the anthem of the winner in a scream
Under the cover you can’t move in this league, it is a frantic ring.
Stop a wall on your own or you will look like a crushed pancake.
In captivity of money, without a clear purpose, the callous Critin.
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One conscience is a strict mentor, well -deserved status
To the other from the mooing herd, your conscience is only for joy.
Their rituals worship, tune the ridges in a row
In the crowd to hide or one in the field the warrior decides to fight.

Every day in me boils reasoning
At the limit, already without a shadow of doubt about the topic
The one that started to connect himself with those
Who reads the lines in the fight against a dark shadow.

With faith to victory, our will with a load on the scales
We are crazy dogs, but so far the bites
Only dreams save, and they are often about sad
When a crunch of dreams of dreams in dust and garbage.

They will say, it happens ... but this happens more and more often
And in the end, then I get in the main roles
My life is a boss in the shoulders like inadvertently
Like, look what you have done, now answer.

I understand this is the price, rise from zero to room
But I am a philanthropist in return for longing and grief
I have never been rude, not a tightness all the more so
Therefore, I demand a fair trial of this role.

I won’t get into both legs in confusion, run, envious people graze bitches
The prejudices interfere with understanding the essence, believe, everything will be super!
It is necessary to determine who you are and do business
So far in the temperature of thought, mind and body ...