9-й Воин - Три года спустя
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Когда то три года назад меня покинула муза,
писать стал без чувства, на сердце пусто так
Самовнушение — я лузер, ноль стараться перестал!
Лишь повторял текста, впадал в униние русло
и тоска вечным грузом со мной в обнимку
на путь встал скользкий и гибкий,
прокручивал диски, искал, где же ошибка
и что за жизнь паршивая — мне досталась!
Как с шилом в заднице метался из угла в угол!
От одной подруги до другой! По кругу
искусал все губы дабы хоть строчку придумать
списывал у гугла, вплоть до точки, глупый!
С рэпом покончено! Последний рубль нес в ларёк
без заморочек! Много бухал и курил, не признавался
в любви, уже три года без мечты но я не забыл
и до сих пор на лестничной площадке ее
пахнет духами и тот простой парень все еще пишет стихи
корабль тонет, если только маяк не сработал
и первый риф стал пристанище для погибших лиц
капитан пойдет ко дну, но даже его призрак
будет вести сквозь скалы надменных птиц
Ровно три года назад меня покинула муза,
она ушла к другому, пишет ему музыку
а я забытый мусор, в городе грусти
и печали. Ночами я все еще пишу отчаявшись
допустим все было бы по-старому и бог знает
что бы с нами дальше стало, ведь мы летали в облаках,
а те кто без крыльев обычно падают на землю
разбиваясь, подлый страх сковывает душу на века
это как петля что все туже и сильнее душит,
горло, руки, ноги и не можешь даже звать на помощь
рот заклеен скотчем! И горечь, и обиды, и финальные
титры, литры выпитого пойла и мечты разбитые
на видео только последние осколки нашей весны
и мне б тебя простить, но ты - все мои сны! в черно-белом
мире жить не смогу, мне нужны цветные линии
Once a muse left me three years ago,
he began to write without feeling, on the heart is empty like that
Self -hypnosis - I am a loser, zero tried to try!
Only repeated the text, fell into a uninnecutive channel
And longing with an eternal load with me in an embrace
Slippery and flexible embarked on the path
Scrolling the wheels, looking for where the mistake
And what kind of life is lousy - I got it!
As with an awl in the ass was rushing from corner to corner!
From one friend to another! Round
I bit all the lips in order to at least come up with a line
I wrote off at Google, up to a point, stupid!
Rap is over! The last ruble carried to the lary
Without troubles! I thumped and smoked a lot, did not admit
in love, for three years without a dream but I have not forgotten
And still on the landing of it
It smells of perfume and that simple guy still writes poetry
The ship is drowning if only the lighthouse did not work
And the first reef became a refuge for the dead persons
The captain will go to the bottom, but even his ghost
will lead through the rocks of arrogant birds
Exactly three years ago, the muse left me,
She went to another, writes him music
And I am forgotten garbage, in the city of sadness
And sorrow. At night I still write desperate
let's say everything would be the same and God knows
What would happen to us, because we flew in the clouds,
And those who without wings usually fall to the ground
Breaking, vile fear fetters the soul for centuries
it's like a loop that everything is tight and stronger,
throat, arms, legs and you can't even call for help
The mouth is sealed with tape! And bitterness, and resentment, and final
Titras, liters of drunk sample and dreams of broken
On the video only the last fragments of our spring
And I would forgive you, but you are all my dreams! In black and white
I can’t live the world, I need colored lines
he began to write without feeling, on the heart is empty like that
Self -hypnosis - I am a loser, zero tried to try!
Only repeated the text, fell into a uninnecutive channel
And longing with an eternal load with me in an embrace
Slippery and flexible embarked on the path
Scrolling the wheels, looking for where the mistake
And what kind of life is lousy - I got it!
As with an awl in the ass was rushing from corner to corner!
From one friend to another! Round
I bit all the lips in order to at least come up with a line
I wrote off at Google, up to a point, stupid!
Rap is over! The last ruble carried to the lary
Without troubles! I thumped and smoked a lot, did not admit
in love, for three years without a dream but I have not forgotten
And still on the landing of it
It smells of perfume and that simple guy still writes poetry
The ship is drowning if only the lighthouse did not work
And the first reef became a refuge for the dead persons
The captain will go to the bottom, but even his ghost
will lead through the rocks of arrogant birds
Exactly three years ago, the muse left me,
She went to another, writes him music
And I am forgotten garbage, in the city of sadness
And sorrow. At night I still write desperate
let's say everything would be the same and God knows
What would happen to us, because we flew in the clouds,
And those who without wings usually fall to the ground
Breaking, vile fear fetters the soul for centuries
it's like a loop that everything is tight and stronger,
throat, arms, legs and you can't even call for help
The mouth is sealed with tape! And bitterness, and resentment, and final
Titras, liters of drunk sample and dreams of broken
On the video only the last fragments of our spring
And I would forgive you, but you are all my dreams! In black and white
I can’t live the world, I need colored lines
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