рудбой feat. Oxxxymiron - Сказка о потерянном времени
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When
The lanterns will light up
The night of the month is kutsy
The window will scrape
so much in the world, Horace
that the madmen dreamed

But again I can’t sleep
no choice
Tow in the sky
Thoughts fly off
Above my black birds

Nevermore
Shadows, but no one else
Midnight rendezvous
conversations like

With your shadow
Shadow of torment
a shadow of doubt
inner shadow
The voice is heavy as a stone
It sounded from outside
Interrupting the silence

Worse than despair only the habit of despair
All this for dummies
You are a knight whose image is sadder
All Shakespearean plays
all antithesis incarnation is extreme
Each of your text
when gets tired?
I never answer

He continues:
Take a look at others
Each of them is better than you
How many minutes have you lowered to anything?
How many hours have you lost?
how much will you depend on the opinions of others
And wait for approval?
your whole life is a fairy tale
About lost time

Envy - poison israh
Raven flies with the first ray
See you ambulance
Sun in the windows
will dispel the Morok
good morning
I would only know
what these birds are singing about
Even the north wind tends to the south
I sit down and write
Once in the distant land

Once in the distant land
In the time of time
Under the sunk sun
Great -minded society
accepted in the walls of his three awesome pets
One child was there, two adults
The motherhood with fatherhood who knew early
The father of the family worked, the son grew up
But could not take root, as if he were a second -rate

Among the new environment
History is old as the world
Soon it is torn off the chain
He managed all the bitterness of resentment
Carry
And in your adult life
Monsters in dreams, timidity inside
Unconscious fear, guilt
For the inability to accept yourself from the side
It's so easy to suffer
But it's so hard to love

In the middle of even plants
And do not cover the frightened stem
Dreaming of doubts about the ability to be
And stage role - neurasthenik
Ovation, money, substance
The love of the nation
But from under the shell - shadows
Low self -esteem
Having become a star
Despair under gloss settles

And no matter how much they pay
Neither applauded
Flatly flattered, spread a bit
No matter how the peak of Saturnal
Rich in admission to love
From creatures under the bunny
This is a captan with gilding
Casinovoe, quasimodo
Stayed by himself, in vain
Do not hide behind the dummy

Self -suction
The nugget was exhausted, Self -dealers went
Samad, self -shooting,
The very juice is the impostor syndrome
Where did Self -irony go?
In dreams, Jeronymus, Francisco de Goya
Everything from pain under masked complacency
With a grimace of self -control

It's time to scoop the pain
That at the bottom is to uproot
Sew up, treat, heal, heal,
It's time to finish self -flagellation
It's not funny anymore
How many more years
He will pretend that
Victim and the whole thing in the spoiled past
But whether the brain did not forge exactly

Already at the time of the father
He himself becomes
I want a corner from their faces in the sandbox
Frightened, spirit of infantilism
From Peter Pan to a little prince
And unknown, sad
It all ended or not, but the advice is goodbye
Since history has no ending
Naturally, all coincidence is random