Текст песни ФилосоФиЯ - В потоке реальности

In the stream of reality hundreds of paintings ,
Drawn in the past where I was again alone,
Where thousands of thoughts , and to cases no hands ,
Where the combination of the words are converted into sound!

All that passed - sucks zeros !
In the air, the smell of tight pizdyuley !
Somewhere in the distance - a source of tears ,
Past - the pit where Fucking above love !

I saw the tragedy of the existence of yourself!
Killed narcissistic everywhere , day after day !
Everything would appear to be in the heart of hide under lock and key ,
To this day he could not pull out ...