Текст песни Дымси Дымс - каллифорния

in my soul -
emptiness,
empty - there
just!
packed into these songs,
love and respect
to the streets!
headset again
music -
my soul!
I'm listening
and every day,
try,
rub on the ears,
you!
- come on,
care!
- again
by a little!
- forget
about tomorrow!
- in the evening
Saturdays!
- cripple
and drown!
- yourself
by a little!
- Little,
not enough!
pulled into the swamp!
my style is changing
is an,
to me over the years!
who will not know
I'm in the dark
basement buildings!
there is one thought
amazes
thousand editions!
what have i become
you won't see
children's eyes!
Opopsey in two minutes,
on the next song!
depres,
that you sowed
conscience,
in these approaches!
again antics
still in childhood
wept!
what did you want to say,
said on the exhale!
again silence on the inhale
how many years and how many winters
I'm in a robe,
California!
it's not about fashion
but,
cares
how much has been passed!
knows
a lot of stories,
staying
while in shape!
okay things
if you want to,
call it Dyms!
over the years
his lip rolled up
I was not lazy!
because it was difficult to accept
listening to your voice!
echoes of the past
in the form of four lanes!
non-tobacco product
dyms,
in the air palm!
music is like magic from home
but not
"Vlad Kadoni"!
in the paws understood
instead of tits
turned out to be a dove!
the atmosphere is cold
all diseases are treated
without pricks!
and mint tablets,
will not help us with coughing!
if you understood
mean you know
the darkness of high rises!
where even
the sun is not visible
spread palette
as an artist
for that I felt hurt!