Текст песни Тёма Nat - 21

Stealing hearts failed - plaque is to blame
I'm like a sloth in the stairwell - I spend my days flying.
Like a 2,000-piece puzzle - I'm not assembled.
My degree is 36.6, but vodka increases.
Room intriguers with Richelieu manners
Decide to conquer the world in the square of floors.
I'm not on my way with them, I don't want the sky for scrap
To hand over, it will be easier for me to get away from all delirium.
Away from society, where the sun of the mind will give,
And loud laughter will be presented as the main sponsor of the wounds.
The world is ruled by ... But no one rules!
We ourselves have become hostages to our own rules.
A new day invigorates with a dream and a rhetorical groan
Remained in the past, like the first sheet of writing.
No wizards are fired here, but the smell of burning is heard
And everyone spits poison - the world is a huge serpentarium.