Текст песни ВАНТУЗ - ГОЛОС

Something new was born between the body and the soul
Not like my voice talking to me now
From the brains prepares porridge from the dawn to dawn
I speak those words in black and ask them not to tell
Me mentally blows not a draft and a breeze
Apparently for my thoughts came the deadline
If the voice becomes louder, replacing my
I will not do it anymore, but someone else in me
In my pond, ideas began to peck again
And the fruits from the dry trees I began to tear my hands
Seeds of strangers in their soil I carefully plant
Everything seems to be under hypnosis and what will grow up I do not know
I draw numbers of signs with my own hand
There were so many words that all night long there is no peace
It is necessary to stop everything to the end, before it's too late
But then my voice started to whisper something new
Calm your mind with dreams that are invented by you
Or outside the world the business of its own construction
Wake up the whirlwind of emotions show what you're standing
After all, you can not build your happiness with humility and silence
After receiving a bunch of instructions, I'm looking inside for deception
Time flowed faster draining my pocket
I forgot many of the rules by taking just a few of them
And in me, a treacherous voice trailed off treacherously
The first total crop rises in the winter garden
For some reason, the voice rarely looked at the tea
I'm not that I'm just bored with thinking about him.
So with myself, talking was drawn day after day

My heart beats more as if it knows something
Apparently I'm delirious again, the voice visits
It's terrible that I used to regard the fruits of strangers as my own
And already not so willingly I am ready to share them
Strongly changed the voice became familiar and native
He says that I forgot myself, becoming petty and evil
This I then changed not wanting to take
I'm starting to get very angry with a cry that would scare me
Do not be afraid of me the ghost only says it's quieter
Not in the center of the head but already in some niche
And my voice changed like it was not mine at all
Well, the one that was considered my now ostensibly a stranger
Too many coincidences of feelings destroy thoughts
I'm drowning in a viscous useless sense
And as if I wake up with a tight grip in my paddle
What is the power of rowing back that would not be torn away?
I must also dream that I was it he
Too much in this matter I put at stake
Nowhere does the voice want to play me
Arguing accusingly in my head ringing
I'm real, here I am, this one is before you
If people come to see this themselves
Only people do not go all by themselves
Time itself will doubt that something is wrong with me
I thought for a long time what to do on the walking trails of the garden
Conclusion itself asked me to prove it is not necessary
There was no more voice and there was no dream
And in general, I doubt that he once was