Benny'Ja - Тени
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We dug through the networks, seeking to unearth knowledge;
We sought to gather a wealth of experience.
Amidst sources awash in a sea of ​​profanity,
We found only hackwork and other such trash.
Everywhere, "kind advice" is freely bestowed—
Yet it has all been studied; the experience already exists.
Just look for yourselves: how many layers of skin do they wear?
Feeding on poison—a truly venomous brew.
What will the new day bring in this ruthless chase?
Will the finish line appear right at the start—a clever twist?
Or will one reach the halfway point only to howl in despair,
Awaiting aid from uninvited guests?
It can get scorching hot; there is a risk of burning up—
A sudden, explosive moment of raw emotion.
It begins with the power of a sharp word to stoke the fire,
Then fans the flames, adding fuel to the blaze.


Shadows of downcast spirits—sad, weary faces...
Just try to imagine it: we are slowly sinking down.
The classics of the genre are forgotten; creativity knows no bounds.
Each interprets the world as they please, writing upon their own blank page.
Shadows of downcast spirits—sad, weary faces...
Just try to imagine it: we are slowly sinking down.
The classics of the genre are forgotten; creativity knows no bounds.
Each interprets the world as they please, writing upon their own blank page.


Once you dive into the swamp, you remain mired there for a time;
If you do not drown, you will freeze in the quiet of the night.
A hand of help is sought—"Oh, Almighty, reach out!"—
As one reads the text, line by line, recognizing that familiar script.
Yet it is the unfamiliar that truly surprises—
Moments of déjà vu, as if seen sometime before.
If you cannot recall it, you will not let it cross your threshold,
For instinct remains the undisputed leader.
Actions unfold as if at a grand ball—
A dance with Destiny; but who is leading?
By morning, a sense of melancholy swirls around you,
Though just yesterday, you felt all-powerful.
Thoughts cast you backward in time:
How might I have acted differently?
Why this sordid chaos?
And why do I squander my strength like this?


Shadows of downcast spirits—sad, weary faces...
Just try to imagine it: we... We slowly drift downward.
All the classics of the genre are forgotten; creativity knows no bounds.
Everyone interprets it as they please, writing upon their own blank slate.
The shadows of downcast spirits—of sad, weary faces.
Just try to imagine such a thing: we slowly drift downward.
All the classics of the genre are forgotten; creativity knows no bounds.
Everyone interprets it as they please, writing upon their own blank slate.