Текст песни ВАНТУЗ - САМОВЫРАЖЕНИЕ

When I realized that the old word templates
I concluded that this breed of clones
Then I began to look for exit but it seems that there is a
So I have no way out but only to get a popular response
I understood! The question is how much attention should be content?
What more convincing knowledge or affectation?
But it was confusing or not clearly
And unfortunately I did not try but it did not work I did not express these transparent hints
And I like a tank here forever stalled in a swamp
Not only the heart in the ass dick on his forehead as a joke
Why do I need answers? I could shoot to kill felling
But I'm a sparrow that sings its song is not as carefree as a flock of deltaet
Iiii? I found the answer to the question is the faith!
And if I believe in what I say is changing the style and manner of filing
Plywood! I would say that attempts to repeat patterns
Where are your intentions your actions and your emotions clones

Someone lover easier to do some more complicated
It can be difficult in a simple and lies in a big idea
According to the formula is true! In fact, beyond all else
And the correct answer was not even conceived in the course of the creation of this task
Good luck! Anyone in search of meaning and its goal
Or maybe we are the children that turns on a large roundabout
Earth! And I do not cling to the right to stay but I want to give up
When I teach what and by what means it is necessary to fight
We are at war soldiers for cars and huts
Doctors and members of the drug and the debate
Their hands are like shovels rowing itself salaries
It would be naive to strew mats on their steel armor
And this is the last point where all you have to agree
What we are all equally happy to just unhappy in different ways
We wrote all the classics and we have lived without reading
Assuming that a true feat that we have already made

My fantasy is sewed of dreams and fear
My dream is to express the magnitude of Bach words
A fear that I need to hide in his cave
To live among the wild people by his example
Paul primates reptiles the floor but still people
They want to force the horror that fills the chest
And I come up with terrible words on the topic
All this horror posing for his poem
Well, in the meantime, my dream is living the dream
What I thought better of him once alive
Inside the cave of fear multiplied during the years
But I still do not follow his nature
And my fears will inherit by right of children
I can bequeath to them only these shortcomings
And about his dream has nothing to say to me
For me it does not express them well and do not understand

And I would have expressed myself differently, no matter the truth is hidden in the wild laughter or weeping
And I would have expressed more and so would be among the cries hear fool talk
I am an expression of anger and pain against such and for those in whom the will is not enough
I am an expression of moral blocks you on your life as a consequence of defects produced