Текст песни Tetan - Всё хорошо

Plunging into the cellars of the subconscious
In search of knowledge, in search of a banner
When the flames burn on the flames
Envious joy of those going behind
And showing no weakness proudly bear
Strong look, bud-there is no gravity
Hold the speed of two hundred
What would be a cup of honor
Just do not flatter if it's appropriate
However, if you are nobody, then flattery is not the place
Nobody wants to be nobody, this is the reason
Search for meanings and forces to pull the paddle
To be honest, all is well
What would I put in powder, money in a bag
Freshly squeezed juice does not pull
Look into the horizon and breathe easily

All is well
All that was - should be
All is well
No problem it would be boring movie
All is well
Everything that will be - should be
All is well
Breathe smoothly, bro, breathe easily

Looking through the books of development options
Already past events or in the book of being
Find answers to the questions "how to be, if I"
The meaning of the search for the meaning of the universe
Doing yourself just be, do not live?
Crush your "I" and silently fold your arms
Do not open your eyes (step) down from the bridge
Not knowing the meaning of the plan of being
The sheet fell ...
The border of the world and you. All over again
Alter ego - not another you, just you
Do not spoil the blank sheets about other people's dreams
Will they accept you or will you accept?
Two sides collided on the bridge
Shakespeare question in the forehead became an edge
You can smoke poetically at the table, but ...

All is well
All that was - should be
All is well
No problem it would be boring movie
All is well
Everything that will be - should be
All is well
Breathe smoothly, bro, breathe easily

Looking at the doors without the plates at the top
In the center of the room you are sitting on the floor
What kind of experiences, eh? Why can not I hear a whisper?
The inner voice was silent without a murmur
How to know where to enter? Where are the tracks?
And suddenly the quagmire or the abyss there ahead
Disappear there young or to old age
Without joy to look in the back without pity
Those who have a door with a foot on plowing
Throwing the shirt over the frame
Your picture of the world, they were not even there
Their tracks are washed carefully and cleanly
Again on the floor ...
Bud was not thought out, it was wrong
Passing by to the door with quick steps
Who will you be in this picture with oil?