Lyrics БИТОН - НИТИ
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Всегда шел напрямик, в какой-то миг
споткнулся, задумался, но не оглянулся.
С тех пор, стал задумываться чаще,
но также оставался не слепым, но и не зрячем.
Впрочем, в этой пелене сомнений
понял, что не усомнился под толщей впечатлений,
на перекрестке мнений, слушал из недр своих
снова не зная, кто я: мудрец или псих?
свой стих отдавал я в бездну
в ответ - мне голоса и я получал надежду,
как и прежде, все по той же тропе,
но уверенней на много и вы со мною все.
Вне этой суматохи и суматохи внутри,
по пути к тишине, а она нужна ли?
Все же всегда было так легко и просто,
а тут тупик, острый и что потом, после?
Зачем мне все это? я не знал ответа.
Все казалось бредом, далеко где-то,
ведь не жалел никогда, думал не про меня,
ошибался или хотел ошибаться я.
Получив мечту, так и не узнал:
Что? Зачем? И почему? Но чувствовал, что нужна,
а может и все понял, но тогда я был болен
до нее волен, а с ней в оковах, но в поле
и что же мне надо, чтобы я был доволен?
кто я: плакса иль воин? Я остаюсь собой,
в лабиринте под землей, я остаюсь собой!
Но согреваем мечтой, видя в ней покой.
"Хватит, нет, постой, хватит, стоп, стой!", -
голоса со стороны,
а я снова в пути, плету свои нити,
я снова в пути плету эти нити.
Always went straight to some moment
Stumbled, thought, but did not look back.
Since then, began to think more often
But also remained not blind, but not in vain.
However, in this veil doubt
I realized that I did not doubt the thick impressions,
At the crossroads of opinions, he listened to his depths
Again not knowing who I am: a sage or psycho?
I gave my verse in the abyss
In response - I am voice and I gained hope
As before, everything is on the same path,
But confidently on a lot and you with me all.
Outside this turmoil and turmoil inside
On the way to silence, and she is needed?
Yet always it was so easy and simple
and here deadlock, sharp and then, after?
Why do I need all this? I did not know the answer.
Everything seemed to be nonsense, far somewhere,
After all, I never regretted, I did not think about me,
I was wrong or wanted to make a mistake.
Having received a dream, never found out:
What? What for? And why? But I felt that I needed
And maybe everything understood, but then I was sick
before it is wave, and with her in the skies, but in the field
And what do I need me to be pleased?
Who am I: Plaks Il Warrior? I stay myself
In a labyrinth underground, I remain myself!
But he warmed the dream, seeing peace in it.
"Enough, no, wait, enough, stop, stand!", -
Voices from
and I'm on the way, my threads again,
I am again on the way of the punch of these threads.
Stumbled, thought, but did not look back.
Since then, began to think more often
But also remained not blind, but not in vain.
However, in this veil doubt
I realized that I did not doubt the thick impressions,
At the crossroads of opinions, he listened to his depths
Again not knowing who I am: a sage or psycho?
I gave my verse in the abyss
In response - I am voice and I gained hope
As before, everything is on the same path,
But confidently on a lot and you with me all.
Outside this turmoil and turmoil inside
On the way to silence, and she is needed?
Yet always it was so easy and simple
and here deadlock, sharp and then, after?
Why do I need all this? I did not know the answer.
Everything seemed to be nonsense, far somewhere,
After all, I never regretted, I did not think about me,
I was wrong or wanted to make a mistake.
Having received a dream, never found out:
What? What for? And why? But I felt that I needed
And maybe everything understood, but then I was sick
before it is wave, and with her in the skies, but in the field
And what do I need me to be pleased?
Who am I: Plaks Il Warrior? I stay myself
In a labyrinth underground, I remain myself!
But he warmed the dream, seeing peace in it.
"Enough, no, wait, enough, stop, stand!", -
Voices from
and I'm on the way, my threads again,
I am again on the way of the punch of these threads.