Текст песни Татарин и Сайбер - Мой выбор

Look into my eyes in them a thunderstorm
From inside, I collect a full room
My muse is not from the station,
She lost her cards to me

The hour of reckoning, Lecturer Hannibal
The backbone for Eve, the head for Adam
And no Rubai Omar Khayyama
Advertising and cheating past

Black as Barack Obama
Sepia on barracks and bungalows
Graffiti of the Choir of the Deaf
Horror Sample in the orchestra pit
Cyber ​​sound Tatarin hip hap man
Flow of reference points like Kasperov pakmen sing
I live in the city of EN, from his problems, his poems

Your choice, a person or a cyborg
Started with a notebook, now a whole book
YUESEI or Nico, white you or Niga
The only way to yell at canon or nikon is

Your choice to remain a benchmark or not by anyone
Do you live this or are you a mannequin?
Mike in the face, Recording or Pancha captivity
A chance to slip from knee-jerking

My choice hait love, monotonously, monogamously
A shot of words, every word, it's true

Yes, we predict, and often scored at all
Yes, I'm fine, know I used death

In my head a gap, yes I'm not guilty that it's empty
I think only about myself, so let it be

There is not a penny in your pocket, but in fact it's too early
Lazy so much that I will not tear myself away from the couch

My choice of hip-hop, rhyme, rhythm, outcome
Forever, was a weight, from the truth is not far away

The voice inside me, I always changed
I searched for a way out for a long time, but my dress was worse

Every step I take, my grin is always expressed
I like that! I already understood this myself

Screams that we do not need this, often it was
But do not judge me now is my choice