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If everything was just like that
Make a masterpiece from the air
I would shine with red rings for a long time
After all, who, if not I want it

To break out of the spectacles, where days and weeks
Broken goals, dreams, and no money
But the stronger than me here are those who got into the circle
Later, as a friend, what can now

Once again there are four walls
I hung locks again on the door
Bright days on the street again
Again dreams and doubts inside

Do you think I feel good?
But I'm used to pulling the bag
No, not behind it - tied around the neck
Every time I fall as if to death

The place and time where the viewer is noisy is unattainable
I listen to those whom I hated yesterday and stupidly envy them
I take a step, people take three
Alien success lights lights
It is warping and eating from the inside
This is an incentive to work before losing strength

You told me: "" Do as you do, Nikita, do not look at anyone, be yourself ""
But what is the meaning of this, if it itself has not preserved the "live broadcast", but Sayonara Boy
But I was the same, God forbid, I did not copy, just shorter nickname
And there is no likelihood that now someone will stick this on a repit

Of course this is unlikely
Where are the rags, the image is bright?
Is it necessary?
Tell me the truth
Everyone capable of this is ingenious
I'm not from these clans, I understand
Two releases in the trash, on the recording of the album deadline - it does not even wait for it
The rules are breakdown, but you need to break yourself in order to build, and again forward

I throw me from whip to the mirror
You hate me, yes, probably
I am a lot about myself alone again
Maybe it's just a matter of time
And how to find in these all the Islands what will affect people?
Someone on technology, someone takes charisma, someone with texts-I hate them all

After all, I can’t be like that, and for a minute I will not turn around for those who do cool
To at least somehow feel a miracle - and not from the district
And at least make a quality to please the ego burning
Do you write easy? Well, fine - take into account the difference what is between us

There are many years of experience, there are daily tears
There is vocal data, here the forever planted voice
There is freedom and taste, here closed shores
There as a result, success, here as a result of ugliness

Why is I so closed in my world and do not accept others?
People around the asshole?
I am the most important, probably, of them
I have never been right in anything, worthless and all my work
Brilliant people in front of me, but I also want it there too

And hit me in the face, every time I say an opinion
About those who were able to make themselves for people and earned recognition and location
I do not stand their little finger, because you can try to pour emotions into the song
But in the end, everything is just a classic pours a friend on the shoulder

And how much more will I write a kilobyte of electronic paper
Before I do something normal to break and break
It is so scary again to go to the studio, because I can’t give out what I think about
Everything will turn out so artificially again, I will say less meaning again than stupidity

How much was said, rewritten, re -designed
Somehow played out, somewhere read out, I am still the same stubborn moron
Stuck in his own feelings, as in a favorite sound
I was successful in both cases, but I climb all over again

And I will make myself an artist, whatever you tell me
I try so hard, it all cannot be in vain
I will fuck myself on the cheeks until then
I won’t like it and competently fuck