Текст песни Ваня Косарь - Мысли

I write what I want, and I write about what I see
Do not I feel like chewing spit, I do not play more in this exchange
At someone else everything is fine - the fabulous world of Narnia
She sleeps with the other is fucking her boyfriend in the army
From junk love was not invented insurance
But from me you want Che? I'm just fucking pedovka
The scarf from Polo Fred berberi or peri
Bosko in my own fantasy world like Ray Bradbury
Eden is not close to me as Sodom and Gamora
I conceive even after sober whiskey with ice and Cahors
 I visualized desire before viewing "Velda"
And not because you packed on a hand radiant delta
I believe in a conspiracy of Freemasons and the Egyptian god Ra
And each time she returns Sisyphus Stone Mountain
Why do you need me you do not understand my ideas
They need to pack somewhere and hide away from children
Moralists will not know who came up with all the moral
A couple of piles of Zion, listen to them, and even in hell they say
Worse, they will say the lights are burning everywhere there
There's a place for me because I criticize your God all the days
No one sins not let confess bartender
And from 9 Muses I have listed more than Melpomene
For a long time the snow melted and the colder inside
Though little bugger me but fate broke fuck
My Milky Way because I Omega Nebula
I fly among the stars and dust, I forget these things, a colleague
I did not get the prize earlier than find his calling
It will not be until I experience repentance
I have long been in boxes in the cupboards hid upstairs Lego
So fast all the year gone, awoke in me beyond the ego
Given the nature of thinking but we do not use that gift
My room smelled of stale again

And here again I go to God knows where, and I Do not Know Why
And my thoughts as the water spreads over all
Backstreets backstreets of the ideas of the people
Who once had been so close to someone it was warm