Группа Риска feat. LilDen - Одинокий
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Sheets of scribbled paper on the table in stacks.
On the monitor of slide fotes, in a glass of vodka.
Dumb walls, painfully familiar scenes.
Rows of plants on the floor will not throw shadows.
Through the glass in the distance my gaze, the sky is throne.
Heaps of garbage are carried by the wind in concrete.
Without a hearth, without a home, a native corner
We came to our senses late, and even the language
Not enough to express aggression, pour out the pain.
In addition, throw it on yourself.
Leave the paths with virtual, paranormal.
In a hidden set, hide on the bedroom.
Or maybe right? Got in the water of the voice
That used to be roads, they seemed to be saved.
Now they are led far from the nameless shore in the wilds.
Fate is a heal, the nerves will not stand, believe me.
Moderately lonely, scolding everyone and everything,
Karya for the failures of the personal plan - herself.
On one side of the scales is evil, and then to choose from,
What has turned our days alone in the world.
Deprived of an incentive to find a friend, beloved.
After all, the case is hype - to be a lone tiger.
A pair of tablets from the head, chopped wine.
Sheets of paper on the table and nothing more.

Tired of left copies in the world of mirrors,
Where every third is sewn with the same patterns.
The speakers are wheezing with the words of the same type of songs.
Here is the brightest color against the background of a hundred similar are fresh.
I chose my standard and my lonely path is simple.
My status does not depend on the cliches and your GOSTs.
I am able to get a margin of bread for myself.
Without a thousand dumb choir, I will shout to the sky.
In my words, not notes of sadness, there is no sadness at all.
No one judges, does not follow, does not ask questions.
Here I am not crowded alone and there is no interest to me
To units from the masses without the right to vote and weight.
I am not accustomed to calm, I need a storm and waves.
Not tamed by anyone, my sail is always full by the wind.
I am in search of new lands of those shores of the distant,
Where I will be lonely among the same lonely.

Sortering hundreds of books, froze for a moment.
He rings in his ears, brings through, but the scream has already calmed down.
From loneliness in the room is cold and strange.
I want the manna of heaven, if only, okay ...
Changing the pauses in the doses of Clafelin,
Again, the liturgical sleep was miserable.
She lured, panic introduced, sang herblasses in delirium.
Woke up near the house, turned his head.
Around the city, on the pavements and illuminated streets
Drunk in smoke; Who needs me if you think about it?
In addition, the evening smears the corn of the foliage.
From the gul of the drain to the last cry of the owl.
There is no rustle, empty, and there is no feeling here.
I created my artificial world.
I knew the road is a fee, so it is necessary
To replenish the faith of the rest and put yourself in order.

Filling the camera with blue smoke clubs.
Drawing symbols on the body of a strong one.
The binding of the soul has long been expired by agony of sadness.
Part of me is already in the sky, the rest is behind me.
Cry, heaven, let loneliness heed me.
Too flexible pierces thoughts, the souls of prisoners.
There is nothing to leave behind me, I grew up alone.
Lonely and die, goodbye everything, I have not taken off.
The wind again carried sadness reigning above the heart.
Speaking from the cold, I only dreamed of warming up.
Shouting with a white canvas, I dissolved in the sky,
Going to those parts to where I have never been.
Maybe someone will remember me, but only late.
From the heights I see those edges where the stars did not shine.
I knew the couries of society, being in the sky.
And only those whose eyes are blind remained on the ground.

There are no idols and there are no feelings here.
I created my artificial world.
Skillfully drawing days to die.
Tired, to be lonely tired.