Текст песни Frik - Под купол

It's time to remind my name
The things that used to say about this have long been forgotten
Constantly on the trampoline, and there is no aroma of roses
Yes, I grew up under this metamorphosis

My words here they go on bits
You will be bent faster than the Ministry of Health warns
An autopsy will not show yes and nothing will help
None of the ways compare with the road that is more expensive

I've packed my life in bags under the eyes
Yes, he has already proved to everyone that he tried everything himself
Someone shouted or screamed that freak rubbish
Remember, but my style is yin yang

Yes, my style grew out of fire, yes, I'm a fallen warrior
There are so many knives in the back, you can build a centipede
I'm disguised, here without a mask in the title role
I declare a tour of my world

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This fucking world will go under the dome
I prefer a theater without dolls here
For whom that postulate is simply an act
Are you looking for a way to hell? You can go in without knocking
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Yes, I'm here again and in me only anger
I myself here will get to the pit stop
Yes, he rummaged a bunch of sheets, but there are no ideas
And for a year now I have been writing a self-portrait

I probably do not believe in dreams anymore
I was forgotten, but I achieved my goal
Nobody knows me, let's check it.
I continue to knock here in the open doors

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This fucking world will go under the dome
I prefer a theater without dolls here
For whom that postulate is simply an act
Are you looking for a way to hell? You can go in without knocking
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