Текст песни N.O.Pro - Хроника

Still angry clouds are empty night stars
I've never seen things get too easy
Why questions in the air, silence in smoke
I love the spring, she hums the sound of childhood
And here I sit alone, twisting everything in my head
The token thrown in the hand has been at the bottom for a long time
All within the weakness and kindness of cute
Ended up here beyond justice
Taking forward the steps of dreams, everyone is submissive
My story is simple events are beautiful
Moments are replenishing, the souls of people are not visible
There is a wave in your eyes, the walls are subjugated to it
Behind the garages there is a turn, my path is road
Do not forget, though forgotten by many
Creaky locks like the sounds of a cradle
Alone in the midst of longing, and the rustle of a blizzard

Is the talent given to me as given in karate
Four of a kind as poker sixes in a fool
Life by a thread chronicle is important in this game
Once you win, you will lose everything in one day

Timidly raise my hands and fall to the floor
I'm trying to squeeze out everything that I found in myself
The beginning has been given, there is no turning back
Passing all the rubble left its mark
All that is written, alas, is the decision of fate
Soul of the ocean depths glaciers will cool
Are you there fed up with hip hop hitchhiking
Question on the forehead what you yourself will achieve in a year
The winding road twisted somewhere
And I have long been one turned inside out
A little strange my chronicle is foggy
About how I live what I write dreaming about
Your story is not a book, life has given freedom
I have so many lines in a notebook and a thousand worries
Manage to lose victory, accept it more modestly
And remember those thanks to whom you are here