Текст песни Покемоны - Пикачу

Here the time is immeasurably, the space is irremissible

Legs, hands - on touch weightlessness
Interaction of mind and feelings
The road to the deeces of chaos and back

Cool and fall, here they are, all my mistakes
You do not fix the effects of falling
But the more I am convincing that everything is in order, the horrible seems to be injured
The flesh hardened from the accumulated emotions would be better to amputate, in the chest all numb

Damn, although pills are swallowed, although you go here
Nothing passes, on the contrary, repeats once over
You can not call, I will not take the phone
The fog will disappear, only the moon is no longer visible.
That I, which is reflected in the mirror - some kind of monster, the head goes around
The truth replaces the lie, I LSU, in a different way
I mask what inside, so eliminates the defect of sadness
Do not confuse perfect with real
All my benchmarks twisted the whirlpool, the emptiness remained in the chest
Maybe failures - diamond, under the layer of dirt?
Waiting for someone's consolations?
I have to be reborn, only death will help

What is unfamiliar to me, where I don't get -
My forgotten soul
Wind blows gusts, knocking me
Throwing on the ground again and again
No weak differences completely disappeared
The past almost does not exist
Who in the spring was still bright, full of life
I will dissolve along with a longing on it
(Down, down, down)
Leaves are dying

I struggle, despite the rules
No, the reason is not that the enemies are too much, there are no
The desire to avoid pain makes me alone
From the outside this world is unthinkable noisy
Only the sun begins to warm me with his dusty light, how the rain begins
Blue-green shades are replaced by red
I can't just look at the natural one
After all, it is not to fall asleep, you need to translate my internal clock from the emotion regime

Please do not leave me one
You went away - everything is falling around, who would have thought
Resisting the permeating wind through the wind, only no sense in it
Past can only be forgotten, you will have to gain in light cold air.
Yes, let with friends, relatives and my soul everything will be fine
And thank you, Lord, that everything else is fine
The end is already close, here he is the final
The last leaflet falls - you can say goodbye

What is unfamiliar to me, where I don't get -
My forgotten soul
Wind blows gusts, knocking me
Throwing on the ground again and again
No weak differences completely disappeared
The past almost does not exist
Who in the spring was still bright, full of life
I will dissolve along with a longing on it
(Down, down, down)
Leaves are dying