Текст песни Loc-Dog - Соскучился

Right now I confuse all the words ...
In general ... Heh heh ...

It happens that we all breathe,
We write that we are looking for, sometimes we sin
We are superfluous, single,
Indecisive too, or
The wind rustles the leaves ...
Or someone is not close
And it is easy to pronounce words,
Imagine that they are with meaning
Or in the list of an organism the head is not written down
Or the rights are all read out,
With the bracelets on the hands on the chir, give out until
Or love sex, like a rag,
Chiki for lava or red line
Or pour into yourself, blaze,
Then to die, wake up
Waking up for work, business,
Or be a very large bank employee
Nymphomaniac, half a dream, a flowerpot
With a stick, thrown somehow cant by drunk
Or a falom that someone will wipe tomorrow
So, spring will come, and I will erase the drawing of different cases
Which do not interest us
You will be stroked in the face of eternal reason
I will burn what I write, and you will understand
That he is my worst enemy
Mountains of papers, the city as a dirt,
And I will be reminded of something that I myself do not remember
The moon will rise like a cunning fox
And make heaven again take me to freedom
I will repeat the same thing
Under the eyelid skin
I'm curious that everyone has
Open your eyes and take my interest.
And dissolve as a light scent of cologne
Voice without flesh. Self-sacrifice for the sake of
That there was something, and not something like that
And if there is nothing here at all
But let this eternal melody be

Lost ... nothing, it happens
And if there is nothing here at all
Then let this eternal melody be

In my head so many times twisted apogee
I dial numbers again to myself
To say I'm bored
The tube is busy, the glow flickers with a ray
Get away from me along the edges
It's not lyrics, bro, it's a shelf
Or the sun, or the right move
If Th, I was not there-there-there-there
Param-pam-pam-pam-param-param-pam