ВАНТУЗ - Бой с самим собой
текст песни

A bored poet
In captivity of concrete walls
I came up with a role
Reality in return
Flapping images
They didn’t let sleep at night
Who knew him before
Now they did not recognize
Source of change
Who was so looking for
He brought more doubts
What he wanted

Nobody has ever seen
Except those who knew him
Invented characters
What he created at home
Can be much later
The world will learn about it
The star will appear in the sky
Blazing fire
Pouring forward by miles
Between the dead and the living
The news of who was forgotten
But who did not forget about them
In the meantime, this poet
Alive healthy and does not get sick
Creates his heroes
And Hope warms him
For romantics in life
He writes this story
Mentally free people
Who in the routine is not mired
The one who tamed talent
For him now in the answer
Only work on oneself
Holds us in this world
Who will believe in the power of will
That lives in each of us
It will become part of the generation
What is changing the world now
How much is it above yourself
The long -awaited victory
Only the one who is blood knows
He tasted his taste in his mouth
All power is collected in a fist
I am ready for this battle
My dark inside out
Appear in front of me
I want to kill you
But the mind screams!
You must understand what it is
There will be a fight with oneself

I want to know I still
Who are you
Will you push me into the abyss
Standing behind
Let me be yourself
leave me alone
The body is only one
And there are already two of us there
It makes no sense for us to fight
Let's sometimes change
You will do evil
And I laugh in response
Or vice versa
I will enter into confidence
Now we know that
Such hypocrisy
I change the characters
Depending on the
The fact that the interlocutor
Represents or waiting
I lost now
I'll start the game first
I take off a good face
And I expose the sting
I am the one who was
Recently just a pawn
Now on the pawns of everyone
Dog with mockery
Pure road and
The path is free
Double character
Will not allow you to turn
Unique images
Gathered a whole museum
For all suits of friends
And dear friends
But just as restless
Shouts consciousness, wait
Your new image
This is a fight with oneself

Even in an impulse of anger
I try to be myself
Excuse me if not
I am often very angry
Earthquake of blizzard
Stones fly to my house
But time is fair
Will judge everyone later
They can fade in a pot
Beautiful flowers
So I can die
Without a drop of kindness
You are the fruit of the imagination
And I understand alive
Their impulses of anger
Forever I ask for a lot
Together we are too heavy
We can’t get through the swamp
This quagmire will suck us
House Family Work
She asked her once
Already save me
When the eyes closed
He stood at the abyss
There is only one soul
Even at the lyceum
Divide it by two
This is a stupid undertaking
Stop thinking
Just make a decision
Green light will tell
When to start moving
If a fake game
Incorrect notes
Inspire their rules
Scanty idiots
Choose your own path
What to go home
And whatever happens
Stay yourself