Текст песни Младший Сын Неба - Хлопок одной ладони

For the second year I take starve yourself,
In the eyes of a dull crosses from the windows of the car.
So ridiculous ... I was choking own throat.
Closed chakras can come back to haunt pain.
Yes, and look around a sick -
Blues stubbornly feeds with a tablespoon.
It is time to understand - it is impossible razvidet past
It is the sweat, and the smell only to die with the skin.
Sweet grapes and bitter seeds ...
Life crooked stitch, and even the thread sticks out.
And who am I anyway? The point on the plane.
No one promised light days, blowing into this world.
Its beauty has long remained behind the scenes,
It is too late to seek solace in the mantra.
Yes, it is time to honor and conscience - sure
In the universe there are things more important than my monsters.

Sound of one hand, I'm drunk without alcohol,
Utomo family - with whom I still have to argue?
Friends and themselves in an intellectual coma -
It is more useful to dig a shovel than thinking about the Word.
Need thawed patch, like in the picture Savrasov,
And the plan is necessary to life - you want to celebrate.
Someone blows on the water, someone is calling on the dirt,
I too was running rugby and collecting puzzles,
And I am sitting in the asanas ... Are visa in the passport ...
Women's caress ... Vegetarianism ...
As if I was not the son of the sky - like a stepchild,
Fragrant flesh turned plastic.
Glass House - I am a brick in his hand,
Not so much to lose - the ship lurched.
Shaking hands, nesmyataya bed ...
These letters will drive crazy rather than laziness.