Текст песни замкнутость 8 - поиски будущего превратились в прятки

wake up and write

as if in the fifth degree the essence of the word "bad".
mouth to the castle, speak as you please.
proud to cares, inside his god is closed.
there is agony and feast, and so on a circle again,
the world revolves.
spindle of ideas, and empty promises.
smile, while leaving the boomerang, to parting.
millions of patterns, but tone in your charm.
someone is sorry, but not me.
and foolishly cherish the former shadow.
give me an attempt to believe,
that life is a river,
and there is the opposite shore.
we'll meet there.
at four o'clock in the morning.
From memory all the numbers have long been erased
and you would sleep if you could.
it's not too late to hurry,
it is more difficult to come to this.
thoughts are chaotic against the mirror.
the morning was smeared with a new series.
days are grayer than ever.
yes, and hundreds of flowers would hardly please.
and any slave with joy
he shares his freedom with talent.
The week will begin on Friday
and there will end & quot; a drunkard,
and as it seems, to live is not the goal.
but what then? the answer does not knock at the door.
and how much can you wait?
skin feel that it is already somewhere close.
glare of the sun at night will confuse
in futility the best and everything here.
and all fist in the chest,
if it does not reach the point.
to the bottom lie down - there will be no dilemma.
blood from the lips crushed by the tooth.
it's silly to shout about your merits,
Nobody remembers the good. but remember you.
kinds of windows shone dreams.
there was no room for emptiness.
the vessel was full.
bored into his head.
clowns with a serious face teach,
how to break out into the best.
nonsense crush the nervous system
burn and believe,
that you are the same as these,
stuck on a lonely planet.

Nikolay Livnev
I'm here as if not in authority
and the days are dragged as deja vu under the wind.
we are being taken for someone's business
and life is soiled like chalk.
  everything will be as the case wants
so one day
will fly, the wings of the BEST
we are waiting for this metamorphosis, first of all in ourselves,
peep gulliblely, to a non-existent destiny
come on
change
Time Zones
imaginary, the world of adults
and the dream is to do it before the final curtain,
 clench fists kid. I grew up counting without a father,
knuckles
there were no mistakes. it was an experience, maybe not the most pleasant

my aura rose, beloved in heels
enough. more even, nowhere more clearly

love, or that would love you, that is correct
__ And what is more probable here

four twenty in the morning, our globe
in tweeter your note, about the search for an exit
citing Nietzsche, death is close enough
that it would be possible not to fear life

 there is no more your fool,
 cut the name
along a snow-white hand, with steel lines
now it is much more important to run at random,
but firmly know that this is probably there

and we will be remembered for being others
VED is closer to us than our thoughts are deaf,
there will be NOTHING,
and if they do not teach their mistakes, then they will not teach NOBODY.

can remember later

although it will be better for us, not to think much
In this in fact, and will be our triumph
because you need to be in something better.

and the last will be the first

You need to be in something better
and the last will be the first
only in what is the best
and the last will be the first