Текст песни Vорд - Листопад истины

Streets in a knot, but they are clear to their own
From any labyrinth we will always come back
The frayed nerves are stretched indistinctly more than once
In the race with myself, I'm the first from the end

Spaces of thoughts, without borders, dirt and dust
It rains when my clouds are cold
Diseases never go beyond thunderstorms
This is not for my monotonous symphony

A quarter of the paths are covered, and we are not knocked off course
Bruises under the eyes, but the thought of sleep is forgotten
The target also looms carelessly on the horizon
Achieving on autopilot without bowing to the banknote

Cars are all rushing somewhere in the city
Drowning in fog, and not feeling cold
A familiar picture, we see it every day
It will be like this for a long time, be patient

Euphoria in opinions, it's worse than falling
Not defined, but I'm sure of any stupidity now
Not to calm down, all lines in comparison
I am sure that I will not hide the truth from myself

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And the wind will blow again inadvertently
Grass and leaves will rhyme among themselves
Will carry them somewhere in an endless free dance
Without giving the slightest hope of staying

Grass and leaves, I'm third there
But take me with you, leaving at the bottom of the roof
And here, a little higher, you feel freer
Forgetting for a moment about the human underworld

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A new day will begin with an alarm sound
Order in my head, like books on the shelves
Somewhere in the clouds all doubts will be carried away
They are irrevocably changed for confidence

We are waiting for something incomprehensible
We go without looking back into a viscous swamp
Let's exchange mind and memory for a hundred square meters
And then we ask a loved one "Who are you?"

Sadly, yes, but these are not even statistics
A clear result, and people are whispering "mystic"
Truths falling leaves cross in hands, eyes are collected
The detachment goes out to fight the consonant words

Veni Vidi Vici came saw conquered
Didn't remember the faces of those who bowed their heads
Full of graves for those who did not believe in themselves
They left early and in vain

Dawn on the horizon, as if from fire
Flames in my eyes
In the eyes of those who now stand by my side
And even if there are few of them, we are stronger than any shells

Coolness, clouds bring weariness
Muscles are relaxed, mind flies in the sky
Results tomorrow, another day is over
The morning is wiser than the evening. Dot.