Текст песни мистик - Крикни мне

Shout out to me, shout out to me from the height of your flight
Years later, half way from oppression to God
I can't go my own way try
My thoughts are meaningless see
Thin your white strands with a comb
And become a black stripe in my flat
Not a flashy film smeared with wax
From the diaper, removed by the eyes of the bastard
Cry for me loud or laugh with me
In secluded revenge, there is no flattery in my words
But even not an ounce of truth they are poisoned by karma
They are fucked up like whores in a conventional no arc
Without a white girlfriend named Hera ... my atmosphere
There are many people around without oxygen, but I am like a robot
On batteries and in quilted jackets instead of a soul ..
Try smothers, try smothers
I don't give a fuck, I feel bad, I just don't rush the era of vices
Do not rush Nabokov if you have a glass of liquid with a current
I will drown myself in the docks of sadness before I let it ...
And you will shout to me but it will be too late I will find the stars
Find my tearless planet, find other screams
And I'll get wild for your screams ...

We two-faced psychos at the peak cling to the faces of great moments ...
Shout out to me and I'll give you cricket in the river of epithets
Let's play kraket and kill dubious connoisseurs
Shout out to me and I'll be lithium break the frames
Spill martini bianco to nymphomaniacs I will become a blot
On an excise stamp and get lost in a park of shaky emotions