Текст песни Россонеро - Американские горки сознания

Roller coaster of consciousness
Amusement rides of everything we say in advance
The sculptor has carved his predictability
Do not. Do not even think about it. Bitch. Turn off.

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How will the aura of mourning appear before the flock
I biasedly congratulate every Clara and Karl
As a blind benefactor he sculpted corals for them
And to celebrate, ships were sinking in glasses

I confused something like the hands of Dinamo
I won't be stupid anymore, and I don't need to
Your shame destroys through Poland to Canada
And you told the whole world from behind the parapet, go fuck

And on the other side the plankton overtook the line
From the swamp flashed and went to the devil on the river
Ambitions for the morning have a second smoke break
And at least you sincerely crack, but I will not change my mind

After all..

Every dream in layers and partitions
I hope the road will change the rented room
And derezhers with their pseudo-breed
Illusion will divide into meat and ribs

Hello my sweet, kind lady
Do you remember how I raved about the phone for a long time?
About our Empire, feelings and stereo
But you still don't know what I screwed up with you ..

The demon in infinity crawls without limbs
To our seemingly secure eternity
And a question is brewing that is not at all relevant here
Either hang someone, or hang himself?

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Outside Bandage Habitat
Eats itself on the screen without exhausting
And inches of mentality, crystal saturated
In the jungle of Italy, on the verge of paganism

Fantasy hardened more abruptly than Bear Grills
I shot myself for the fifth time - collecting shells
I'm getting closer to the melted Atlantis
And will our Love is ... one day become superfluous?

Not our knives in the nyasha of the soul,
I hid every bruise in the wilderness
Sewn oaths on torn seams
And the cough was choking with a coil spring

But..

Close your mouths and ears cover
You did not listen to this on repeat
I may be no better than a true leader
But let my fucked up soul

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Roller coaster of consciousness
Amusement rides of everything we say in advance
The sculptor has carved his predictability
Did you listen? Learn

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I found idyll on the wings of lyrics
I cut all the lines that were criticism
The world of styling, and the dust of politicians
And the mind in ink, floated away on the printer
I was not a favor, but rather an announcer
Not on TV, but as a freight forwarder
For all releases, and in the area of ​​principles
Success is not close, but you are close
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