Текст песни ВАНТУЗ - Я ЧЕЛОВЕК

I am a person is not proud of himself
It's not bad yes but what we say worse the bird
I am a man that sees all that we created together
On the body my rags and around the horses from steel
I am not a fan of life and not created product
Among all vegetables I am the first real fruit
What is the difference in the ocean or in the sky
Yes, if you mold, I live on black bread
Everything is also useless fragmentary primitive
I do not see the reason and goals think positively
My words pop up among a million words
And for a million will hear Million Oslov
But I have no amount that would pay everyone at once
Therefore, someone else will distribute infection

Hot wind my clothes breaks
Inside the fire turns me in another
Triple force such a pressure do not squeeze
It was the hell in his hands squeezing his whip

It is better to be silent to not speak in vain
I know what you all in different ways but cool
Sip of depression bouquet will help to disassemble
But I did not understand and the feelings began to bloom
Low below below falling on the bottom
I will be higher above I will still
All that you called the sky call the bottom
And sooner or later you will find yourself on it
Your morality has a unique color.
I am amoral and there is no paint in my world
What are you building what funment is holding a house
And that under the roof from strangers hiding in it
I'm waiting for him and I will not even say forgive
Fire will devour everything you do not have time to carry
Homeless will get closer those who erect the temple
And even words do not need all the words of the same trash
I also send a mess but not waiting for the answer
I have a lot of strength but no hope for you

Hot wind my clothes breaks
Inside the fire turns me in another
Triple force such a pressure do not squeeze
It was the hell in his hands squeezing his whip

everywhere souls free not sushi left
And these carcasses are not fluffy, annoy the ears
eat sushi you smoking Anasi
But enough Polushi I will lean their wrench wool

Hot wind my clothes breaks
Inside the fire turns me in another
Triple force such a pressure do not squeeze
It was the hell in his hands squeezing his whip