Текст песни Лигалайз - Тоска о потерянном рае

I'm sorry, what?
I'm sorry, what?
What separates me from heaven?
What is the time when the theater curtain closes,
In which the roles are strictly painted,
Meet with unforgettable actors and actresses.
Behind these backstage numbers lose price.
Emptiness, where screams break on walls
Shelter of the departed, cradle of last sleep,
I believe that someday they will take me there,
In the main role, the projector of street stories,
In the next world there will be arbitrariness of another's grief.
Sea oil black spot,
Leaving the canvas with the size of fate,
Tick ​​in the notebook where the coffins are placed,
New Year machines for the work of Satan
One of the white pawns in the black field
On the queue to the demon standing in a long corridor.
Willpower breaks, I raped fortune
Nerves are strung like a string
Evil plays on them, singing a farewell march.
My soul, like thousands of others, went to mince.
Large circulation of deadly paperwork
Replaces our past, covering the book of life with soot.
Life is a preference, do not miss your chance
Sky Party is played once.
Prikup know only at the end of the horse,
Scoring and eternity of flames and groans.

When the scowling taste of depression
Fun slips reasons to hang himself.
All conclusions are lousy,
Forces are waiting for amnesty
Paralyzed urges
The future is mystic.
Reflection throws into the past as seizures,
Truth is smeared with uncertainty by a rough brush.
To be smoked, to be convinced again tomorrow,
What does not hide from yourself.
The fee is charged for penalties,
And here I am neurotic.
Time torments the soul, but hardens the lyre bold,
This is valuable.
From the optimism of the last forces worn module
Everything is mundane before vomiting, Hiroshima
Violent days of initiative giving the ruins
Only pain is objective,
Emotions in quarantine.
Only adrenaline servings rent incentives.
Occasionally and ghostly, like breaks between lectures.
Freedom of thought is an infection
It complicates my life exponentially.
Revaluation of values
Again the original helix
Human Sisyphean Labor
The hardest stone
As a sin completely crushes - we remember about mom
Longing for a lost paradise
This exposed mischief amuses us. You know.
And only white smoke today is my friend.

Tosca familiar picture pops up in the mind
I'm tired of contemplation
Killed dreams of a lost paradise
And sadness smash poisonous smoke Schmal
I build the illusion, trying to create
A crystal clear world where you don’t have to suffer
But no, the attempt failed
Fate takes power again
I was afraid of the dark until they turned off the light
I was afraid to die until I saw death
Did not violate the second covenant, but fell into a network of vice
And I know only one answer: there is no turning back.
Sadly but paradise is lost
The gates closed behind Adam and Eve
Trampled down, prayers forgotten
And our whole life is running along a razor blade!

Preference
1.one of the types of card games
2.star. advantage

Reflexion - the subject's appeal to himself, his personality (values, interests, motives, emotions, actions), to his knowledge or to his own state.

Opposition (from oppositio "opposition") in politics - a party or group opposing the ruling party or opinion supported by a majority

Oskomina-feeling astringent, tart acid in the mouth

Morok - the distortion of perception; unlike a mirage in esotericism, a wraith can be "induced". talk tedious work

Sisyphean labor and synonymous Sisyphean work have the meaning of "hard, endless and fruitless work." Corinthian king Sisyphus, said in mythology, was insulted by Zeus, the head of the Olympic family of gods, for eternal torment for insulting the gods. He had to roll into the mountain a huge stone, which, reaching the top, again rolled down.

Neurasthenia - a mental disorder from the group of neurosis, manifested in increased irritability, fatigue, loss of the ability for a long mind