Dinem - Кары единого бога
текст песни

Everything was like this: sometimes, I met with the moment,
Когда жизненный удар не жалея бьет до полусмерти
Blinds from you, your hope, faith
And your cherished dream is in need between ..

But it seems like always a daily routine
The waste of time is not in vain, but my picture is still empty
In which the author Dinham fills with multi -colored palette
Or forgotten dates - never left his world anywhere
Yes! - Dinham Damo is a business!
But! Dillema Dinham made a demon about
But the reason is: who would you be? - And what would you do?
When you are as a dense, like a canvas on the floor, rubbing you
I fell to the bottom, but score for all the worries, your words past your ears
I, as sputum, release you, admire you then by nature
Instead of spreading off me like a bastard
Although, one lousy sheep is not the whole herd.
Yes, I know, for some I am a non-insignificance-and for someone a friend
Someone has many on the list, but for someone like a target
But only my shadow has 100% confidence

Chorus:
Sadness, torture me from the inside
Let, among all clowns, I will be Mime.
But, my thoughts hung on the truth
And mercy to the punishment of one god

Time does not change me, it changes all matter
Everything that surrounds me is controlled by the system
Do not be sobbing time, time, you are before you believe them
Not everyone knows the meaning of words - expectation, trust.
I am not true? - Confident? Or maybe you found yourself a replacement for me
While I was lying in a coma under pressure
Betrayal, treason - again,
I gradually get used to the calendar every day.
Somewhere there, on the left side of my chest
In half, tearing the arrows of the fierce Amur like a target
Happiness to you, and also in life there is more vivid case.
And I will stay away, because I am not bored with me

Yes, you have done a lot of pain, even never loved
I was exhausted for you, then left everything in peace for a moment.
Now forget me, I ask me, in your world I am a dead man
After all, I am more not the same - your secret bow.

During that time spent in four walls,
Among people are deprived of happiness, instead of joy, sadness in the eyes.
I understand there is nothing more important than my health, and the support of people close to me
I asked myself the question, why is it? - After all, everything was fine
What if I stopped walking that from fear in the throat became lumpy.
I did not want the reason for this pain in - prophetic dream
But on the gut, suspicion is oncological substance
I did not know that he would turn into such a thing.
I did not understand that my body would be like a burden for people
In white robes, and under a scalpel.
My faith disappeared like a tear on the cheek, on a drop
It is true that the hospital sees sincere tears, tete-a-tet
The walls hear all the prayers without leaving unanswered
I was convinced of this once, having learned the result is negative.
There is no suspicion.