Текст песни Author feat SliMaN - В моей голове

The text does not sense as muffins and jam there is not got
Pull only one minus it has weight. A
everything else is up to the flow of steel
That's bullshit from the dining room spoiled children

Years go Other- go other years
Do not see our exploits written by hand
I am an artist in my head rock carvings
Crosswords from rhymes to read would risk

Often, all crumble cleaned
A couple of ditties from the scene of sad Present
Hardly anyone understands just head droppings
You do not know who, when palnet in you

At the head of the tape recorder, pen - knife
Sheets whose flesh is not enough blood spilled on the floor
Rep chopped regenerates us
With cuts in the stones

In my head only Mozart music notes
there is no place for the rest of the rabble, there are two paths
One wild wind, evil couplets
on the other zakamenela dust, silence stupidly calm
I torn in two parts looking for happiness
although love games do not take part
After all, I want to power it does not paint me
I do not like Plaks so perhaps choose a different route
Please do not Retrieve your lost then that life is not fair
For joystick in your hand all correct instantly
Most people call the soul of the book
The authors then my Freud, Kant, Al Kindi
In my mind a riot of calm at the same time
But you can not see it, even with the help of X-rays
wait think because your Life is not Truman Show
The curtains are closed, catches the mist