Текст песни Mast - Параноя в ритм

This track is clearly empty, as are empty words
These words from the mouth and where was my head?
These thoughts and this paranoia for you, my
Who is mine Who am I? Who am I for?
Quiet guessed with the mood is simple, I'm for the lyrics
I calmed down, as we calmed down, for the verses
soap story. Whether we loved or sculpted
I would have been if I had forgotten you, but alas ...
I will sue you, for mental disarray, for the strip,
for the voice wrapped in hair, for the smell ...
Which is still soaked, mixed with smoke,
mixed up with a bit of word ... paranoia in rhythm ...
You ... - just a day ago ...
You ... - pinched brakes,
Squeeze the juice from the heart valve, throw
on his floor .... Love in the walls of Capo di Monte.
All the minutes there, in memory, do not reach, go ...
Seven minutes of those in memory
A year and a half from the love of the wire ...
Correct me, madam, if not right
From what I was sure that the flame does not go out ...
The sensations are mixed with feelings, I feel
How I broke you then ... now so empty ...

Chorus:

Come out with me that I feel
Cut pieces, break with a crunch
Damn it! No refund, what is broken ...
Paranoia to the rhythm ...

Miss, I know I can not stand, we carry out the brain.
Miss, dripping on my nerves like hot wax.
Compromise - not found, woven from parts, one
step to gray hair, let's just sit down.
Feelings over 100 centigrade - fire, heat!
And where is the drug that cures my wounds for you,
What treats yours from me, cancel our battles and back off!
No, come back ... We are looking for a compromise again ...
Wounded, treated, heated, pumped out.
The wounds began to bleed, they gave a side, I'm in tatters ...
You say - you are not better, I say "better keep quiet"
Shhhhhhh ... quarrels in trifles ...
I am proud of you, you are outside of the castings for me,
Famously we two together, we are like a song without mastering.
Cutting canvases, I will give more colors
I will change the earth's trajectory and even the radius!
Asta la vista your mouth until madam
If we part, look for the taverns
me ... insane ... under the smoke ...
still alive ... and already dead ...
The city is melting and drowning in verses ...
The city is saturated with us, where I am in priests
Give me seven minutes, plus seven floors up the elevator ...
it's paranoia in rhythm ...