Lyrics Басота - Звезда Давида

How sincere I am, standing at the pier,
I look down, the stars are showering with sparks.
But when I got up, I found myself on the edge.
The sea moves even in the evening,

I'm immobilized
And only on the other bank, an old hut gives me light.
The wind licks its tongues, a book in my right hand.
Why does it only feel heavier after talking?

I began to lie more, I began to change my handwriting,
I began to think a lot about myself, to separate myself from others.
I'm losing the sincerity of the lines, I'm slowly getting dirty in the shadows,
Just change yourself, not just change yourself.

I lied to my mother and turned the timer back.
The guys took the stone while I was reading by the cameras.
The hall froze, and I was ashamed to read “Go to Sleep”
Because he lied when he read: “That he stopped lying.”

What is honesty? If not in my songs?
Maybe someone imposed a stellar disease.
Fame remained unknown to me,
And the entrances remembered me sad and sober,
Where I am sitting alone, wet after a rainstorm.
Looking into nowhere, poison in the hand - nicotine.
What did you want to find? What did you hide in yourself?

Asphalt, stains, made vows to myself,
What I don’t put at risk is sacred to me.
Yes, I amused myself in an ordinary way, having smeared my soul,
He drained those who were nearby, sleeping away the peace of mind.

He patched it up with clumsy letters and hid it in a song.
By gaining an audience, he crippled his personality.
It's not about quantity when you're impersonal.
Typicality has arrived.

Chorus:
Stay with me some more, stay forever,
I will give you all my warmth.
And the star will fall and we will meet the dawn,
From scratch.

I stood on a bridge in the shadow of my ego
While behind me my dreams were running barefoot.
Suddenly a knife in the back, I just took out the last organ,
And he didn’t cripple, but he threw his trust into the grave.

I’m not used to hiding dreams, I believed in my own too much,
He repeated to himself: “Be quiet,” there were enough reasons for this.
And he spoke again, and the lanterns fell asleep around him,
Without noticing, I took away more emotions from myself than I gave to others.

Feeding my I from the palm of my hand, I wanted to remain myself, -
Proud and vain, but weak-willed inside.
And with a bit of charisma, overflowing with egoism.

I almost came to terms with this, almost turning music into a business.
Growing up, I constantly began to look back,
I don’t understand how I lied to people’s faces.
Who I ended up becoming, without learning anything new again.

And for good reason, I never reached the stars.
How did I manage to rot inside without growing up?
Having imagined a lot about yourself, forget yourself.
Without listening to advice, my ego was ruining me.

He remained devoted to himself, remained a man.
At 18, I realized that the stones were flying back at me,
I apologized to everyone I hit back at.
He put his cheek under the blow, and the anger gave way to insanity.

I gave good, and here I did not lose at all.
And through the thorny path, through the prisms of selfishness,
I found myself and did what I had been striving for for a long time
- I changed.

Certainly in moments, it was quite perishable,
Everything became a wedge, I became withdrawn and nervous.
I was talking about the wrong thing, a nerve during puberty,
Hormones do the work, and I drew a conclusion from this.

I'm used to blaming myself for everything, but overall I understand
That it is better to respond with love to everyone who brought me pain.
They will destroy themselves with their anger and selfishness,
And no matter how hard I try, I will not become good in their eyes.

Excuses are ruining me, it's time to ignore the slander,
Intrigues love a reaction and love to oblige someone to something,
I don't owe anyone anything.

Contradictions bother me.
People don't trust me, because my opinion is changeable,
I try to take care of it and not divide it into trifles,
But some have so much bile that they cannot fit into the intestines.

He's on the Internet, sitting on his mother's neck at home,
With each new comment it seems to become angrier.
How do people like this live among normal people?
Among those who want to do good every day.

I took a break for a year to understand myself,
I was amazed when I looked at creativity from all sides.
All my songs are about the bottom, accompanied by a dull flow,
And the lack of creative growth dragged me to the bottom.

The Star of David in fact turned out to be a star for offense,
Myself