Текст песни Ариэль Кроу - Корень

Root

Neither the plant stems and leaves,
None of the flowers, and the root of nothing,
Neurasthenic I grow,
Philosophizing hurl.

And it is not very fashionable to live,
I do not go to the party at the club.
It does not bubble to the iPhone Shibu.
And I do not paint the lips lipstick.

Do not glue yourself jacks,
And I do not think about Walt.
I wear a strict coat
And I sing in the second viola.

I do not watch reality shows
About the second, for example, shed.
Not a fan of the soul.
Not a PR road to paradise.

And they do not read books -
The shelves are full of armor.
Life boils encouraging them,
Burn it jokingly.

And where am I to them? Not in the heavens.
Not fate, to see, to grow.
With them, I - in the range of trail.
Or not on the path.