Lyrics Grim dictator - То,что нарисовал

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text-Smirnov Alexey

                          What I drew

sometimes the events are ahead of my mind.
it happens so the conditions are knocked down like a shot
While some fly at speeds, fly low
what he drew, and not at all close

I know that my rap for you is not art
you think I'm an iceberg and in my heart is empty
if this were so, I would not go with a sad sadness
because I always have a little,

I'll give everything for the peace, the rest is rubbish
zadolbalsya their shaky buildings to tear down
and with a crunch, bruise, brutish feeling
I can not get out of the rut, find my own channel

those places where there used to be a loud laughter,
now a succession of troubles, steps around the corner and someone's footsteps
the grave, the memories of anxiety, fell silent
cold sweat, in the ear a mental whisper
,
all waited for the development of an embryo of malice
but he never saw the light die right in the womb
at my old dilapidated house,
rotted the thresholds, overgrown with weeds of the road,
                       (I forgot the old trails)
,

all roamed with the hope that it will change here
but in vain, yes hell with it, quite controversial
do not ask how I if you are exactly
just to you I'm not equal, from another grade

was in a dream under morphine, woke up not long ago like
and unpleasant because after the darkness to look at the sun
the year flew by so quickly, as though casually and
everything has settled down, the world has settled on the edge of the dust

all the tracks, the calm, I remember that I asked for
strength, phimosis, cry, from the head of the depths
deceived himself, being one on one
so as not to descend from a great height

there is another way to see the essence of the game
now I understand why people stick needles
but I do not justify them, it's just a myth
and from the gulp of freedom the keys have long been lost