Lyrics Сектант - I Need Some Sleep

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I Need Some Sleep
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I need some sleep
You can't go home like this
I try counting sheep
But there's one I always miss

Ты горяча, как пепел Феникса - растает Антарктида
И со дна моя душа всплывает, но там тина.
Эта жизнь всему виной, за несколько минут седой,
Не жду весну зимой, моя душа редут святой.
Исход к чему иной? Я за руку иду с бедой,
Тем самым мозг блеснул не мой. Поймав, мигну звездой,
Но будь я даже самою большой, тебе не стану солнцем,
Я слыву лишь славною ханжой. Эмоций странных спонсор.
И моё клеймо - подобие пособия для психа.
Боязнь открыться, эта фобия зря стихла,
Но взгляд давно отнюдь не добрый, милый и заботливый.
Чувства - яд же райский, их с тобой съедим за год ли мы?
А может за все три, в итоге как Муму без слов
Пойду ко дну, грести давно не по уму веслом.
Друзья, как водолазы ищут тело, но уже по омуту,
Ведь только вижу алкоголь и мой фужер заполнен им.

I need some sleep
You can't go home like this
I try counting sheep
But there's one I always miss

Указания о счастье слепят, как указка лазера.
У вас как? По другому? Но моя огласка правильна.
Для меня Тортилла не достанет тот заветный ключик,
Хоть я сам не Буратино, но давно заметно глючит.
Тут покрытый бурой тиной, мне осталось вновь утопнуть
В бартере с вином, я усталость вновь прихлопну.
Клятвы заберу и дежавю пережую, отпустит.
Клею маску на себя, как рыба чешую, от грусти,
И от высыханья, меж тем не просыхая.
Даже изнутри меня рогатый демон просит рая.
Интересно как ты там? Чувствуешь ли колебания?
Слова тебе мои то ли напутственные, то ли мания?
Колит паника меня, а ты в другом течении,
Тут туман, не разберу даже с трудом свечение.
Слышишь, обстоятельств для меня кругом стечение:
Светит, к сожалению, увы дурдом лечение.

I need some sleep
You can't go home like this
I try counting sheep
But there's one I always miss
I need some sleep
You can't go home like this
I try counting sheep
But there's one I always miss

You're hot as the ashes of the Phoenix - Antarctica will melt
And from the bottom my soul comes up, but there is mud.
This life is to blame for everything, gray-haired in a few minutes,
I don’t wait for spring in winter, my soul is a saint.
What is the other outcome? I'm walking by the hand with trouble
Thus, my brain flashed. Catching a blink of a star
But even if I am the biggest, I won't become the sun for you,
I am only known as a glorious prude. Emotion is a strange sponsor.
And my stigma is like a psycho manual.
Fear to open up, this phobia has died down in vain,
But the look has long been far from kind, sweet and caring.
Feelings are heavenly poison, will we eat them with you in a year?
Or maybe for all three, in the end, like Mumu without words
I’ll go to the bottom, paddle for a long time already out of my mind.
Friends, like divers looking for a body, but already along a whirlpool,
After all, I just see alcohol and my glass is filled with it.

I need some sleep
You can't go home like this
I try counting sheep
But there's one I always miss

The indications of happiness are as dazzling as a laser pointer.
What about you? Differently? But my publicity is correct.
For me, Tortilla won't get that cherished key
Although I myself am not Buratino, it has been noticeably buggy for a long time.
Here covered with brown mud, I have to drown again
In the barter with wine, I will swat fatigue again.
I will take the oaths and chew through the deja vu, let go.
I glue the mask on myself, like fish scales, out of sadness,
And from drying out, meanwhile not drying out.
Even from within me, a horned demon asks for paradise.
I wonder how you are there? Do you feel the hesitation?
Are my words to you either parting words, or mania?
Panic hurts me, and you are in a different current,
There is fog, I can't even make out the glow.
Do you hear, there are a lot of circumstances for me:
Unfortunately, alas, the treatment shines like a madhouse.

I need some sleep
You can't go home like this
I try counting sheep
But there's one I always miss
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