Текст песни Олег Грэй - Я не Я

So the summer ended, alas,
Suddenly; and unexpectedly
Autumn paints the continuation of the furrow
On my face my nonsense zeal
My. Start first first
Smile, drink coffee
Love, and with freshness of the morning from the pier
In a good way, to another catastrophe ...

And not that, and not there, and not with that;
And no one shouts, - all chewing brands.
Even you do not shout to me "Wait!"
What has gained? What left? Nammark
All that is possible. I
He choke in the fire of his passion,
Praised thoughts and suit,
So afraid of being. In vain? Not in vain?

I'm not myself…

From midnight to possession of forms -
Only the betrayal of the morning, work and seven "Boyar".
Well, at least someone ask if I normally.
What are you, fucking, all? Fuck me these dances?
From despondency before selflessness
Samochy and self-perfection -
Night from April on Sunday autumn
With this dust and mud. Where to go?

I'm not myself…

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