Текст песни Лабиринт Атлантов - меняй

Hear how the years are thundering outside the window
They're waiting for your madness
Any result is important
Consider it your duty to inspire and whisper the sermon
Cutting out with sharp words
The writing comes alive on the walls
Reading crowds the shelves of memory
There are no wrong paths
The shadow will hide the crossroads behind you
Black good on light background
Horizon behind every word
Who knows how to be silent - before the depths of the roads
Time is in a bottle
Freedom wraps around like a snake, squeezes a vessel and stings its roots
Freedom from addictiveness to unknown
From exaltation to fall
stagnation of currents for the eyes - the awakening of groundwater
No matter how far you throw stones
Legs are always by the shore
Know your limit
Standing on the edge, you remember three times that
Vocabulary - Scrapbook of Experience Worn to Holes
And get carried away into paroxysm
In rough yards, you will be squeezed by the corners at the bends
I looked for myself in everything and everywhere
Where is my city
Where are my conversations
The earth is leaving from under your feet
I'm leaving too
Opening my mouth full width
What you need - look for
why do you need - run
Who needs it - shout
Everything is boring, except for really yours
And why shocks and sorrows are needed to understand that
I'm always at home
Thank that voice that did not end and saved, wherever you are
I found a hole in me
That always aches in the chest
When forces run out
Know that there are more of them than there ever was
On our last breath, we will laugh in the face
wrap words in glass
And dance on it
To extinguish burning eyes with tears
Nothing happens twice
Everything is at least infinite
At most nothing

I let go and look 21 times
Birds eating the remains of my summer in the back streets
There will always be a place for me under this languid sky
Among you a light mound
Whirl round dances
Knock off balance
Sow an eclipse
I know how hopelessly doomed all justice and compassion are
They are destined to break forever on indifference and fear

Creators cry in this world
And always three pay twice
I will not be in the place of my dreams
My place in my pocket is an obtuse triangle to gather dust
And constantly think, ask questions
Who told you all my dreams
Who hung the shackles on my words
And who cares so much that I always dig looking for answers
Sprouting on the stones
Leaving more and more secrets behind
Squeeze, rip
Come on shoots
I am that sad moss
Hear the river smell
Set the tone for a generation
Who if not we,
Those very heroes of the century
Life and sadness in us
Laugh looking into your eyes
All the signs that everyone is looking for
They have been languishing under the skin for a long time
When there is no air left
I will exhale with ease and fill my chest
And if those days hadn't been shortened
Then every flesh would be doomed
But for the chosen few there will always be light

And if the palm is capable of covering the sun, then what are you all capable of?
The world belongs to those who are happy with it
And the thought that I am
I will become someone's memory
I remember
I look up to blind impulses
And ditch