осеннеенастроение - свет против тьмы
текст песни

Copies ... Copies ... Copies. Your mother, what is all the same, under the carcake, as if, without nauseous. And Pisbit lovers ask to get up and get out, four uncomplicated lines with a melody simple - not my limit. And the chorus is not in my songs, only emotions, experiences, soul particle - all ingenious simply, like this recipe for success, albeit in a narrow circle. I prefer quality, not quantity; I am interested in thinking listener. Yes, I break myself into pieces and feed animals; I will open myself Vienna and Poland with his blood bush of nirious white roses; Yes, I will label in a cake and verify myself inside out for the standing lines, because damn it knows what time I was released, and the most important thing in your life is death; Your legacy. If all you leave after yourself - a lifeless body in a wooden box, then go and die now, do not waste it easier, it will start missing: the forests will be cut down at the speed of light. I'm not waiting and not looking for all the answers. My glass is half empty, but no longer escaping the nearby arguments from my drunken mouth. I am increasingly preferred to be silent, and more often notice how others are trying to wash. These people are constantly lacking. Why don't we appreciate what we have until some shit happen? The broken heart will be sent soon on grains, rebel from non-existence and silent oblivion. Left forward from the past; She shake back from plans for the future, and dissolved in the moment. But so far my glass is half empty, easy inexplicable sadness settled in the soul. Well, let, I take it with all my heart. In this world, everything is fine: every new day illuminates the summer sunshine; Wave sea beaches of this small cozy town cares. In children's sincere smiles, the meaning of the word "happiness" is fully reflected. And on acidic physiognomy adults, only "bad weather" is seen. The story is old as our world, light against darkness. And only you decide on whose side you ... Choose ...