Tao - Слепо Верил
текст песни

I still breathe, but too noisy here
I will write about the scene "called dinner." (Suddenly)
you are straight to the soul of the lines. Something is dragged.
but I don't let everyone twist this parabola
They will not sell you, you have to go into coziness
On the street, grass and nonsense. Does it punish Tru?
Moral corpse is not ill. Dyal and the enemy of neutral beat
Wounds are there? And people themselves lie, they pierce these sleds ..
what are they carrying?
From the same "steam" in the nose
I burn like a dragon, your jargon is like barking
Lost his mind, and he published the cries.
Through the stench sprayed, I touch the turnip, the fire smoked
I hung and my palm in my face
I, as a magnet of omnivorous wounds, fascinated the disease
lived for the thief, but my pain remained in the song

And I, like hay, was fallen, blindly believed, and I struck on a piece of paper
lines that give you warmth and my consciousness,
It will penetrate deep, the notes are drunk, falling asleep, I will give a turnip to the turnips

I am indifferent to people, reversible
spit in the back, it is so necessary, rich in pins
Your plan is intricate, so, meditative
by the lips of the auditor, you stopped mutating
Getting scraped as you quiet, a photo on Diptich Critin
quoted Coelho, like a philosophical type
Thought Republic Read a bro is pretty simple?
Dissatisfied will be thrown out with the question "Where is your prose?
I thought the formidable I? but no, this is from the nostrils,
The moon goes far, the dawn will leave us the dean
I did not delve into the words, but called everyone ripples
waited for December, fierce November
Fuck Modnyovy, I got texts for a year
Make people so as not to get bored, not to sink into the coffin
The steamed ferry will only leave smoke and again
I will try to give your love to the turnip