Текст песни КРЕАТИВ - Серые будни

Gray clouds everyday life in the soul, too
On the afternoon before noon longing torments me
I do not understand what she wants from me
It did not do anything evil, and others
I did not get out of the seine
Where was I unwittingly
Maybe it's the cry of help like feta
From melancholy thoughts came about
I can not gather together all together
And it Galimov ugh fuck
All incoherent and there is no logic in them
As if in me gradually wakes crazy
Mereschetsya all of which can not be
Float thought to live with what is not possible
The walls seemed to float by drunk
What attracts me to the mind is clouded

A series of events haunt me
It is necessary to forget them and rush off on horseback
The subconscious mind is dragging me into his bed
And it seems to come off is not possible
Mr. confusion in the mind
Welcome Your Majesty delirium
In large quantities thought extend outwardly
This is probably a mental barrier broken
Lost connection with the mind
The next phase, we'll be gone soon Mans
Will you know the phrase told BrAZ
Even under pressure graphite is converted to diamond
Everything comes in its place
All the same room and not drumming in his temples
Not cloudy person then drenched in the eyes
And outside the gray palette