Текст песни Надежда Егоркина - Человеку моей Запредельной Вселенной

Its holes come liners
and he tirelessly,
without a hint of pain
It remains a
Even with the new crunch
with fractures of the new, with a new dream.
Every day, poisoned words, waste,
your world protects the thin line.
And he would send itself to the original,
he would rather go home ...
His secret nature of angels - demons
freeze on the exhale -
Vomiting breathe!
And he would have to exit
Squeeze!
Fire!
He would take on the dislocations and shout!
His stunted truth without howling harbor
and promoleny hole - no patch!
He wanted to protect themselves ardent cries,
if only the weakness no longer know ...
His reflexes creature dies,
sharp flaws
tears in pieces.
But the shouting drunk
Too late?
Sooner you?
Himself it relates to the tram tracks?
I am his soul scarred gray
I never - never would never betray!
And the false changing hands fall
I do not give ...
will not give it back...
will not give it back...