Текст песни Джазаа - За Гранью Реального

Out of my head, I beg you
 Receptions as if in wushu, what is that noise
 Transmitting & quot; Hello & quot; white veil of spring
 It dangles it time ago that someone had retreated.

 This is a great happiness size of the Burj Khalifa
 But I understand it all, the clinic
 and wedges so that there is no reason for obdumy
 And if I have a cold desert -Don't

 And there poprovodam throw-line: & quot; I miss & quot;
 Shaking from the archives of sadness mp3 files
 And you dress my clothes and go the way
 Where choked Faith in God yaronyryaya

 But who is he? and where there will dream
 on my A4 yours - not doomed
 My ink costs -dovodyat to breakdowns
 Your lack of stupid ryadom- spoil my dreams

 The morning starts with 3eh cigarettes at a time
 and periods where we play for show
 in my 1001 page script
 I would have told you why it is so bad sleep

 As despair drown nerves and crushes the soul
 All my shortness of breath underwater in search of sushi
 Breathe deeply, fingers crossed
 As a psychopath and yelling & quot; Just not break me! & Quot;

 I'm just an echo of time
 I have forgotten and erased from memory
 let your thoughts be lost,
 because unconsciousness better apathy
 as if I had nothing to lose
 everything is forgotten and I forget
 Black night, white fan
 without you I, alas, choking
 disappeared into the crowd of gray dust.
 I hurt? I'm sorry, accidentally
 the air smells of storm and satire
 I hide behind a side of real

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