Nick Lein - Увертюра
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No time raised his hands for anger

We dance on the bones and so day by day

We do what is in the thrill of the fashion of the trap

If you want more light, give me more than fire



No time raised his hands for anger

We dance on the bones and so day by day

We do what is in the thrill of the fashion of the trap

If you want more light, give me more than fire



They say there is no choice, but there is faith in hope of light

Either this block will crush us all

We steer somewhere so not noticeable for them

Using sets of these notes like a conductor



We do what we can but the sky in divorces

We breathe this anger of mental freaks

And most know everything, but simply endures

Panic attacks erased nerves



The desire to score your stomach at least something

We no longer look gum, after all, not up to jokes

Good news here like Veternov

And a fairy tale less from digital screens



Everyone is waiting for something but themselves in the swamp

Problems somewhere there, problems opposite

In this ordinary mirror at home, life can be different if you live another



No time raised his hands for anger

We dance on the bones and so day by day

We do what is in the high of the fashion of the trap

If you want more light, give me more than fire



No time raised his hands for anger

We dance on the bones and so day by day

We do what is in the high of the fashion of the trap

If you want more light, give me more than fire



Scares like on quests on fake

The truth will appear then to the whole Salamaleikum

But we are already vaccinated and know how to

But not from Covid, but from clowning



Censorship closes its mouth with the most ideological

Heralds bitch pouring water, but you don't drink

Many of those who believe purely nerd

After all, they sold out the best of all apples into loans



And I'm ready to quote Tsoi

I say everything that I will say to them

Color mood is gray

They are rich without me without measure



Everyone is waiting for something but themselves in the swamp

Problems somewhere there, problems opposite

In this ordinary mirror at home, life can be different if you live another



No time raised his hands for anger

We dance on the bones and so day by day

We do what is in high the fashion of the trap

If you want more light, give me more than fire



No time raised his hands for anger

We dance on the bones and so day by day

We do what is in the high of the fashion of the trap

If you want more light, give me more than fire