Cryo - Вопросы
текст песни

I asked the gods
tell who I am like that
But they only repeated the believe
I asked people
Where am I and whose
But they closed the door

Who am I doing here
I breathe in vain
Or there is a meaning
Every day to work in the office
From the morning on foot
No matter how much the hypotheses
You live in the mind
You will die a fool
With a clamped fist
so just in case
Who studied for what
then he will receive
but is there really few Nobel
have not eaten for a long time
What are the reasons
torment of the mind
from excess heart
fate broke the choice to sleep or look
I tried both
But there are questions
And they haunt

I asked the gods
tell who I am like that
But they only repeated the believe
I asked people
Where am I and whose
But they closed the door

think everything as always
There are more questions than answers
That excellent
beard
That is the case below the lower back somewhere
Whether this is conceived
Someone initially
Or he is to blame
Any sadly
To act commendably
Not for the sake of praise
As a result, there is nothing sweeter in life
How are you and I dream of the best for my children
Get rich or fly
Mmm high
But the alarm clock is helpless Real Life
Correct me, but we don't see further nasal
And the main questions remain without answers

I asked the gods
tell who I am like that
But they only repeated the believe
I asked people
Where am I and whose
But they closed the door

Continuing to look for who you are and what you are
Dear here, measure blood and then
Where are we with our
consumer basket
With our salary
We do not gain half
Life of cattle is more fun and easier
chew Come on while they rinse you
and turns into a boiling broth
your cores are still alive but sleeping
waiting for roses and in Modzi chats
Not a reason not a participant, but somewhere near
A series of random incidents
Smarts extremely and lonely all together

I asked the gods
tell who I am like that
But they only repeated the believe
I asked people
Where am I and whose
But they closed the door

through a minefield through Polesie
Plush through a hole in the fence
will find yourself in the estate of fear and pain
Another hundred jumps and you are in place
You are in the will

I asked the gods
tell who I am like that
But they only repeated the believe
I asked people
Where am I and whose
But they closed the door