Текст песни ВАНТУЗ - Глупец

When high pressure and subtle sound hung in the temples
I freeze like a plant clutching my fingers
I do not record everything and never remember
Caricatures shaped wall sounds barely touch
Although all thoughts are weightless, but I guess the weight
And endless repetitions resemble the process itself
Who is not interested in cinema in those cold places
But the director does not start the picture with a blank canvas
He is not one of those who sometimes creates mediocre clichés
Or indulging will repeat
The poet is the one who with the last forces in the mind prepares Elixirs
When I'm a mental banker around real vampires
In words I draw the doors and wait at the entrance
Cool that reminds of what time of year
City noise and noise mix conversations
And you play realizing that all the same actors

Cujusvis hominis est errare; nullius, nisi insipientis, in errore perseverare
[kuyuswis hominis est herrare; nullius, nizi incipientis, in herroe perseverera]
Every person has a tendency to make mistakes, but no one but a fool has the tendency to persist in error

When you spin in a circle, the side is no longer important
A soft wave passes from a neuron to a woven mesh
What rises from the bottom and makes its way higher
And on the surface, only a whistle plays with a weather vane on the roof
So I turn off the trait but before going out for an encore
Strokes complemented the details in an already sketched sketch.
Capturing me in a not very clear position
Image is blurry as photo taken in motion
Kaleidoscope of people and countries to the noise at the restaurant entrance
From probably it should have looked stun
Pru in a direct way towards the views from both this and that side
All dreams and plans confused me I no longer need things
I’m lying to myself which I deny it again and again
Of the soothsaying plebeians and all patricians I reproach
Fight in my mind with my fist in the face or humiliate someone
The emphasis on what I hide so carefully is even stronger

When there is no side between the future and the past
When you seem to yourself you seem to have grown
It’s scary if you didn’t hear what I see
Speaking in words, I will belittle reality
I foresee types and fears in this regard
But there are doubts about the developed opinion.
The roles of a genius do not need persons with wrinkled foreheads
Disputes from now on we bypass
Consciousness has floors, but we jumped higher
We understand fragments of knowledge sent from above
And broken roofs or the chosen floor
This is all imagination distortion and mirage
If citizens do not know, I bring them home news
If the first you heard, pass it on to the second
These symbols and signs scattered for the bait.
The fact that the frames are glazed installed planks