Vорд - Исполин
текст песни

Master of science and music
They are born in agony that are loaded, and the mind
Contempt, but if you chose this path
Work so as not to be known as a loser.
At least get into the knot!

But they will not accept, they are different.
They are higher for the rank
Itching
Harlequins-mixers
Time to hang around or amuse.

Where there are no feelings of not Belma,
It’s too late to wield a chisel.
The remains of the flesh to the sides with a bang
The heart has become single.

Together tenderness and passion
Did not play a bet and is no longer powerful,
The agenda of honesty has become a misfortune
For schooner in the sea, the ninth ball is clear.

And not people created the sky
And not people, of course, can do the same
Proclaim yourself with the abyss of blue,
That the tears on us let us

Three or two - and I am alone
And in my dreams I am also a giant
Outwardly unshakable, and inside wound.
And I need you - please, hug.

But do not give them everything that I am like a crybaby,
And then without ovation I will smoke down!
By grief, and make excuses: "I am a stone!"
And do not care, albeit with legs, let with knives,

Spit, words, muddy cries
The role of the boulder drooped in an instant.
And those glare will disappear
What I considered the sun great

I ask, don't, let's leave it secretly,
And we will disperse our ways:
I, so "evil and brutal",
I will leave to make faces, throw words.

And you did not know me and never heard me
I am not on posters, they don't write
My name is on the walls of the brick,
And there is no factorial of a hundred subscribers.

There is an image and I, it is already a kind
But it is not the truth that has been in the plot.
I don't want to be myself - that’s the answer
You will tell me: "Yes, you are with greetings ..."

I gradually disappeared to everyone
And for yourself - everything is much worse
I am free from the framework and other interference
But I don't need all this at all.

I rammed ten squares here
The snot chewed and begged brutality
If you want - laugh, if you want - pour
Take feelings and do not have to change

In fact - twelve, but is it in this
Is the essence that I have shut down?
If you want - laugh, if you want - pour.
I went. And good luck to you.

To start from scratch, not to promise
In the morning to get up early, read,
To teach, get heights.
Do not deceive yourself, do not unite.

But the bed is so beckoning, but laziness is stupefying!
Drive a stone into it - the day of the uprising
"Morning of getting up" will wake consciousness
He will say in advance: wait for the "night of extinction"

And you, like the moon in the fire - a continuous pun
Bright, but in the distance, no one will notice
You will be, then a legend. And the lampshade
He will cover the sky from the outside.

And let the walls gray, black wasteland above,
Sick longing. But why?
We have our own light, our path
And the guide is a red tourniquet.

Burning bridges for us, burning with lights,
Accompany cries of atrocities
But wise traditions told me:
"Keep the past as the future banner"

And from the moment the coins are in the piggy bank,
Like pictures in the frame, in the washing of the fork.
I put the failures and happiness of the glare,
To believe that I am great.

Too proud? No, they didn’t guess.
Too loud? No, not a varik either.
The answer is simple: be great for the after -grinder,
Where you have been known for a long time.

And somewhere there will be born that force
What will give an impetus to the array forward
Volochka Lira rotation,
And you and I have a chance to let go

I rammed here the devil knows how much
I will not count and I do not advise you
A bunch of thoughts and feelings broke on the shelves
But I did not find happiness there with fun

But I found myself, composed by puzzles
Not enough details, I will get later
The giant will completely gather the termination
When I understand that he is in my face!