Текст песни Отрицательное Влияние - Вопросы

Chorus:
Asking a guide for help, the blind man is weak
Only before the turns of the paths is paved.
He is forced to cling to the elbows of others,
Although the pointer vector
He flashed.

Not days go by, but we pass
And those who are not in good weather are being taken away from life.
And it should be like that
In a cell as if free.
To whom it is crowded in creativity, to someone in solitude.
One thing pleases, the main question is not asked,
To whom, when, it will be addressed.
One thing we know, many questions, but few answers.
And each has its own skeleton in the closet, its own side of the coin ...

I asked the weather forecaster, what is the report for tomorrow?
A caplet from the sky means rain
That's all your weather.
You’re waiting by the sea, face off, drop a coin for an answer,
You look, you will cash out the tails, or an eagle will mark fate with a sand.
In a glossy envelope of a business plan, wait
By mail without a subscription, a dead number.
Better wet finger and the wind
The weather vane indicator is sensitive to the past.
But the motive is one mazurka, even though the notes are worn.
Tell all know how guests asked.
Seven spans in the forehead, the tin has bewitched to know.
On a plantain wound, no ambulance is needed.
Look for a newspaper with a horoscope
Find yourself in the category of drowning ...

I asked the star what my years are worth
How much more inner freedom is enough for me.
The star answered, blinding her eyes with a cold light,
It all depends on how free the muse is.
From the cargo that immerses people
She needs you, you need her for the rigidity of the roots.
You have to distinguish it from a million copies,
And become a utopia of others, not a slave to utopias.

Chorus:
Asking a guide for help, the blind man is weak
Only before the turns of the paths is paved.
He is forced to cling to the elbows of others,
Although the pointer vector is highlighted by him.

I asked the old man why he began to cry so often,
The waters of the years, he said, turned the road ahead into slush.
And tears will be hidden by an act of selfishness,
Better a tear burns her cheeks, than eyes encircle the nose.
You can not laugh at the disease, but how old age is comical.
At the forefront of the episodes, a little minimum needs.
Oil, so as not to wedge, for a good ride.
To the captain’s bridge: Hey! Give the ends!
And what else? In addition to counting sticks and place in the box.
The hunting season is over, it's time to clean the weapons,
As necessary, as expected.
Moth on a twinkle, finite,
The lesson was good, ha!
The bell ...