Текст песни ночные грузчики - записки

[Page 1: Night loaders]
Every time leaving home I leave on the table suicide notes
I do not look at the road but it leads back re-read and burn
I was so afraid of life that I simulated selflessness
I would like to wake up a person free with a cut
Items smells of feeling my silent cry is impregnated
When he ends up his head throws back as a cabin model of Kamaz
Instead of the usual breeze or refrene, the eternal truth will open
Sea wave mock my shit and branches built lock
Every time leaving home I am afraid and I hope
Do not invent the next move and look at repeating landscapes
Not finding words to describe not to leave after
Smile imaginary satellite and watch together for the frame
It was necessary to survive these deaths or come up with them that in general, there is one
To get out of all loops and dispel smoke idle shots
Display a waking forest in a mysterious train through the window
Do not believe yourself says the new day here is nothing to burn and rewrite

[Chorus]
My way (turned in verse)
My verse (returned for the edge)
To eternal horror
To the eternal kaifa

My verse (turned into a path)
My way (went over the edge)
To eternal light
To the eternal darkness

My way (turned in verse)
My verse (returned for the edge)
To eternal horror (to eternal horror)
To the eternal kaifa (to the eternal buzz)

My verse (turned into a path)
My way (went over the edge)
To the eternal light (to the eternal light)
To the eternal darkness (to the eternal gloom)

[Coupling 2: Night loaders]
Every morning I collect myself anew
Sleep is a little death and life is a big dream
Memory folds in the history of days scraps
Conscience makes thinking that I am responsible for its move and should be
That I am today I am from yesterday I accept these conditions as the rules of the game
Which I passed hundreds of times and more often saw the inscription game of Game Over
I have long been bored missions I just wander around locations even stop persist
All passwords are no false good or evil there is only arrows left and right down and up
And wherever I go this scenario is also registered by the creator
My travel notes is a collection of suicide notes
The sullen flanger chatted like a bottle with a message about a distress in the drainage runoff
All your life I edit my will to distract from thought that already dead
Turning graphics and alcoholism from the disease in the medicine
I do not know from where I do not remember where to go to the beginning of which
And in the middle fell asleep at the same in an interesting place
And if that TV host asked me, squinting his breath eyes
Appearing before God that you say to him I would have answered finally

[Chorus]
My way (turned in verse)
My verse (returned for the edge)
To eternal horror
To the eternal kaifa

My verse (turned into a path)
My way (went over the edge)
To eternal light
To the eternal darkness

My way (turned in verse)
My verse (returned for the edge)
To eternal horror (to eternal horror)
To the eternal kaifa (to the eternal buzz)

My verse (turned into a path)
My way (went over the edge)
To the eternal light (to the eternal light)
To the eternal darkness (to the eternal gloom)