Текст песни Руины Ума - Кляксы

"Blots"

1. Nerves are in the com.
Half a lifetime of nothing.
Closing your eyes, you see the kilometers
Years. Sand, numbers and time,
But there is nothing that prevents to be the first!

2. Grin beast
Each sweet face!
I do not hear the words,
I only see the goal!

3. Let yourself through the fifth hand,
You will understand, lost in the mist,
What hope - is lying bitches,
And the truth, you will find yourself in!

Chorus:
a) Good night! This funky "happy ending".
I disagree here survive from the mind.
Born to fight it will never surrender captured.
Poisoned by the belief ...
b) How blots on a sheet.
Giving poetry.
callous realist
In each cell line.
Thousands of birds -
Thoughts in my head,
Mixed good and evil
To me ... (No!)