Текст песни ПроТоТип - Пора брать перерыв

1) verse:
Goes flame attack spirits in the head
claby wind rises to the brain
silence in the city I'm alone
arrow in the sensor falls to zero
run through the puddles with cough zastuzhenym
barefoot in the water with the wind on the same wavelength
we fly where we do not expect
where there are no doors from the corner essays passers
 by dispersing blue smoke tunnel
My planet is the sun made me another
hundreds of thousands of times, I was looking for myself in the past
as usual in the face of the compass ubivshis
a cold shiver through the body lies Porojan evil
as a bud that would be under glass vytyagivaesh brand
heater to be angled cutting the sky in zaputonyh feet
find a stone that would resist
I breathe it's time to take a break
I exchanged at the parish youth and speed
one of them-or love Creature
day of judgment before the mirror who's who
      Chorus:
"Crossed the line without looking back
 Only smoke and ash are rotated to the west
 And the rains where we do not expect
 In the inside network is time to take a break "...
      2kuplet:
in other people's pockets shelisty bills
I know a couple of notes trying to keep the steering wheel
I kill the pain vodka stack
measured the verge lodge subtle links
window lighting his sadness swam ships
where there already will not be back
Night has fallen and the world is not the same in all the smoke
I take off and do not want to back !!!
separated bridges us that does not hold
traces of the erased tires run over the ocean
from station to station, moving his feet
Meet the rate of youth on your doorstep
remnants from the north wind blown shoulders
younger than tonight I have not become
infinity who failed in the wind
all the things that did not have time to ash burns out
the sun burns out I hear voices
I close my eyes that would see again
We have closed circuit the vicious circle
and there are those chuvst dropped for tomorrow ...
and under his feet like a zebra stage
in empty eyes like the sea sometimes changing curtain
two reflections on a pair of sky with the wind
hit in the chest delivers youth bouts of Life ...!