Текст песни John Mr. Bit - Машинист

Mixed like a mixer all his life is frantically
Do not come to the distance shot
Optical sight sees you as in a microscope, in a moment
up to a hundred, new level of the game will not get me here

Emptiness in the soul, emptiness in the heads
I did not share my fear for zero, hold it in my hands
Lying in the covers, look into your eyes
bold him o2 so that he could not breathe

Machinist of your destiny, my life is trains
Though always was one of those who fly in the clouds
Candle for the guy that dreams wrote in verses
bluffing about sweet weekdays like marshmallow and pasteil

You do not find me, you can't catch me
I fly high, you can't fly so much
Thoughts all wrapped with powder, put
all gaps, leave, all start starting