Текст песни Адвайта feat. Kavabanga - Изнутри Сгорел Дотла

Spiers of skyscrapers as needles pierce the sky
Looking light arms skinny , light was not there
Medals grandfather rusted , forgot about them
A black-and- white pictures again covered with dust
On the morning of the underground people - zombies that Murakami
Do not announcer with a clever face made ​​them fools
Look heartless and cold, almost robotic
He replaced the heart in the chest for a thousand engines
We are looking for methods to not just a soul
Forgive the world but I do not see the point in shooting blanks
And if there is a feeling that warm , let cool down
And if there is no good in you as a prisoner of the desert
We did not see themselves as children become network
I have exchanged my by E-mail and ID
Overlooked or simply forgotten
That moment , my brother , when we all cut the wings

Minutes shall burn to ashes - the ashes to the wind
Why are we here have not yet realized
Among the pieces of paper winter
And do not get us any
Minutes shall burn to ashes ashes to the wind
Why are we here have not yet realized
Among the pieces of paper winter
But we'll fix certain

Fly like a serpent in the sky, but slow down
Drab crush us to the weekend was a gap without borders
That the world is not yet hung sawing a piece of heaven
Afraid to fall after already walking on the edge
My city does not even know the rules shrouded in flame
The pain gradually move from bitter tears in memory
Will only sediment at the bottom
And that will not soon but still held
Come quickly , because there are all somewhere want to catch
Hug loved ones lie in a warm bed
Fall into the shadows and be killed in the eyes of the screen
You see that a person cry? I yes
Where I lost mercilessly year
The timer can not give what you just lost
If there is an exit nearby, if you do not believe Shoot
But the sun is shining you smile unlikely

Above my city still hanging clouds
Let us not fight , does not protect against blockades
But if the snow has melted , we certainly
Rastan themselves , but it is indeed a long
Flame is lit by white light , the flame does not believe all
And to be someone out there you should hang
A little more off scraps eshachih feelings
There is no God , we need above a little bit more
The notes in this world is nonsense gray wait
Someone town advertisements or announcements of sin
Robots, we are putting on a show
Only pieces of hackneyed phrases
You want the world to so here it is
Minute, and we soar on themselves
Breaking wings barricades everyday worries. What is there ?
Apparently the fact that people hide behind the curtain at home