Текст песни Мистэр Проёб - Юлианский календарь

tired of these eternal wars
strife, this life
so why do, so be
the world seems to be cloying

passes the time the dust
with hourglass
I need this true story, but paints
of rich colors

everyone has his own Isengard
and Rose Garden from dawn to dusk
from Auschwitz to the castle on the edge of the earth
and I skiff without them, I damn faceless
Give me just time to finish the verse ...

dropped a tear .... do not go there again
and mimicry at the limit, missed kick
tic to the beat, palpitations quiet
time, tick tock, lucky ticket

thoughts dripped from the ceiling, I enjoyed every
new portrait head quench thirst
Search brave in the depths of the mind gives fruits
Strive forward, even if you are far from them