КоТ128 - многоточие
текст песни

Why do I always write at night, huh? And everything is essentially wrong, yes
And in the posts there are constant dots
And next to them there are fickle people

20:21, I'm alive
I don't know how long I'll live
Yes, I know that I'm young
I just stop being a child

And this is sad, empty, damp
I make rap, it seems like people listen
All so dull, and it seems to be getting cold
But something keeps writing in the room studio

Walks in the park, alone in a robe
Headphones in my ears, routes to coffee
Knocks in the dark, well, that is, in the background
I listened to Dolphin, I'm getting ready for the stanzas

Ordinary pains, it stings and aches
I'm in the neighborhood, minor tons
From the album Trinochi, they really get me going
I don't rhyme well, but my handwriting is cool

Walks in the sky, I see God there
But you won't understand until you yourself you will see
While you were not there, did not drink from the source
You will be stupid and continue until you drown

The scope is not important, only souls are important to me
Which listen and hear
And how much watt is here, exactly how much you lived
And in your columns is the same boy

Apparently I am too complex for everyone
That is why I remain a loner
But there is something Above strange interference
That replaces a period with one ellipsis

Ellipsis, because I am many dots
I leave a dark trace, notes in the margins
Ellipsis, and a moment bleeds
Old chair, blanket, Cat with his head down

Ellipsis, because I am many dots
I leave a dark trace, notes in the margins
Ellipsis, and a moment bleeds
Old chair, blanket, Cat with his head down

Thoughts strictly about the eternal
Like a stove that warms in the evening
Forgiveness, and again impeccable
And nothing else weighs on my shoulders

I'll jot down a couple of ideas on a piece of paper
I'll meet myself on the pages of a notebook
I'll see progress in my new sprout
But for now, only clouds and a bunch of precipitation

Accelerated reading, the cause of suffering
The swings are rocking, I miss you beyond measure
Virginia is bitter, and the light of the distant planets
This is the beginning, and I'm not talking about time

Probably this is what heals me
Probably I became better from the lines
The style seems to be the same, I didn't change anything
I just put my insides on a cutlet

Boiling water for tea, I accidentally sailed away
While at night I was looking for a doctor
I met the dawns, knowing that I am nobody's
Hands out of hands, and all hands off my shoulders

The cat is on the balcony, he's driving so harshly
This won't touch me, and this is not it
The cat is not in the brothels, minor tons
Bring me to the edge the most

Underground rap, I know a lot about it...
But no matter what I tell you anywhere...
You will say something else afterwards...
And ask to return everything back as it was...

And why do I write forever at night?
Depressive music, heartbeat
And in the posts there are constant periods
And people will be replaced by sound as always

Ellipsis, because I am many periods
I leave a gloomy trace, notes in the margins
Ellipsis, and the moment bleeds
Old chair, blanket, Cat with his head down

Ellipsis, because I am many periods
I leave a gloomy trace, notes in the margins
Ellipsis, and the moment bleeds
Old chair, blanket, Cat with his head down