Текст песни БезИмени - 6.Крик души

In his favorite Nike snovo trample District
Alone again, I again donning the hood
Close from the world ukroyus from problems
And once again hit in the face of the wind of change
passers-face flashed in the lamplight
I looked at them from all your worries
City lit up a million different lights
And this does not naplyuvat these people who you
How I write about it, how many words have
One yes because the pain tears love
And probably just do not know how differently
And if you honestly on the other I do not want
Like a brush drawing in a notebook the thoughts
do not argue about the truth in all its
Although she sometimes quite meaningless
But I depend on rap like a drug addict

Chorus 2x
And it's not even a song just cry from the heart
Everything that has become painful, and where it is deep
In my heart, somewhere at the very bottom
Everything that was hidden from the eyes in the dark

Run second on the clock, the run
And as it is not much closer to twenty
I spent so much effort to overcome their fear
How many times would like to quit but I could not get away
from my window I see how the days pass
And damn tired of writing and to be heard
About all not want the truth about the fucking love
Climb up somewhere, even on the floor above
Day follows night, weekend weekdays
Everything goes in circles, I'm in this maze
In the fight for the lives of reach for any thread
So scared to be alone in a locked
How not cool, but you can stumble in a jiffy
I want to fly where planes do not fly
Where are all the people believe in something eternal
I'm going to a meeting, on the right track

Whines shower closing his eyes go in the opposite direction
Once again making sure the time does not heal
I dissolve in eternity, dissolves in emptiness
And not strange but I am ready to give all my life dream
Do not trouble! Give to stay even in dreams
And so nice to stay at least for a moment a child
This iny on chapped lips
Close from all closed the door on the latch
I'm afraid of loneliness but still sometimes
So hunt least a little bit to be alone
And maybe in time will be the year when
I forget that March, forget that spring
Simple poet without money and what a glory
And maybe I have so little
After nicotine filled my whole body
But it is my choice because it's my life!