Текст песни Группа Риска feat. LilDen - Одинокий

Sheets of written paper on the table in the stacks.
On the monitor slide-photo, in a glass of vodka.
Silent walls, to pain familiar scenes.
Rows of plants on the parquet will not throw shadows.
Through the glass in the distance, my opinion, the sky throne.
Musian voroi spreads wind on concrete.
Without a hearth, no home, native corner
Late witnessed, and even language
Not enough to express aggression, pour pain.
In addition, throw it out for yourself.
Send the paths virtual, paranormal.
In the hidden set modes hide the bedroom.
Or maybe right? Round into the water voices,
What used to be expensive, they would seem to be saved.
Now they are leaving far from the Unnamed shore in the Debres.
Fate-bitch, will not stand the nerves, believe me.
Moderately lonely, scolding everyone and everything
Main for the failure of a personal plan - herself.
On one cup of evil scales, and then to choose
That turned our days in the loneliness of the world.
Deprived the incentive to find a friend, loved one.
After all, the case is a litble - to be a lonely tiger.
A pair of tablets from the head, finished wine.
Sheets of paper on the table and nothing else.

Tired of the left copies in the world of mirrors,
Where every third will be sewn with the same patterns.
The speakers hoarse the words of the same type of songs.
Here is the brightest color against the background of a hundred similarly happy.
I chose my standard and the path my lonely simple.
My status does not depend on the cliché and your guests.
I'm able to get myself the scratch of bread.
Without the choir thousands of silent, I do not finish the sky.
In my words, neither the notes of sadness, there is no sorrow at all.
No one judges, does not follow, does not ask questions.
Here I am not closely alone and there is no interest
To units from the masses without the right to vote and weight.
I am not accustomed to the calm, I need a storm and waves.
Not tamed by anyone, my sail is forever the wind full.
I search for new lands of those coast of distant,
Where I am alone among the same lonely.

Riding hundreds of books, froze for a moment.
In the ears, it is ringing, it sits, but the cry is already sat down.
From loneliness in the room is cold and strange.
I want a manna heaven, if, oh well ...
By changing the pose of the pause in the doses of Clafelin,
Again the liturgical dream of slaughter replaced.
Lured, in panic introduced, sang the charges in nonsense.
I woke up near the house, turned my head.
In the city, on the bridge and illuminated streets
In smoke drunk; Who do I need if you think about?
In addition, the evening smears the sage crown of foliage.
From the roast of the drain to the last scream of the owl.
There is no shore, empty, and there is no feeling here.
I created the world my artificial.
Knew the road fee, so it is necessary
Replenish the faith of the residue and put yourself in order.

Filling in the camera of blue smoke clubs.
Drawing symbols on a strong guy body.
Crossing the souls for a long time to expire the sorrow.
Part of me is already in the sky, the rest behind the shoulders.
Play, heaven, let the loneliness I make a member.
Tooslo flexible pierces thoughts, souls of prisoners.
There is nothing to leave for me, I grew alone.
Lonely and die, goodbye everything, I did not take the tears.
The wind again covered the sadness reigned over the heart.
Couples from the cold, I just dreamed of keeping up.
Merzy white canvas, I dissolved in the sky,
Going to those edges where I have never been.
Maybe who will remember me, just late.
From the height, I see those edges where the stars did not shine.
Curly society I learned I, being in the sky.
And on Earth, only those whose eyes are blind.

No idols and no feelings here.
I created the world my artificial.
Skillfully drawing days to sleep.
Tired, be lonely tired.