Текст песни Савик - Моя философия

My philosophy -
Combustive skill. In this pro I.
And, at least the zone of action is only one inner world,
Directly proportional to the number of abandoned apartments
Cute, perhaps, feasible, sad
Frames, philosophy power grows.
Life weaves
Fate canvas. I am not a match.
And I used to than to, find out how the flower grows.

Lai like a dog, and howl, like a wolf.
It would be better if I'm silent in time,
And did not start this dialogue with himself.
My interlocutor is too susceptible. To battle
Go mirror neurons, after all. I
I feed them by self-vacation, in the mind of Say
Crazy thoughts, strange thoughts,
That the existential crisis in the air hung.