Текст песни Феникс FM - Пульс

The pulse beats and each in his own rhythm
Everyone plays his own games with himself.
Our hearts beat hot and frantically
If you bend your line, then bend to the end

The pulse beats and everyone has their own rhythm
Everyone plays his own games with himself.
To whom, the beginning, and to whom the credits
To whom are torn uniforms, and to whom is victory in battle
Like an acrobat on a rope, just on the razor's edge
weapons of mass destruction strings and vultures
words and rhymes is my pennant
maybe it happens that my ship stumbles upon reefs
but the captain does not leave the sinking ship
I will bend my line as long as
I will not fall to the ground with a lifeless pile
until our songs are heard by people
There is a minimum of lies - we are bending our line
And you rot your line, even if everyone has left
Let an outcast, but honest with you
in this double world it's hard to be yourself

Dirty runoff waters are all our vices
Our fears are walls, bricks and blocks
Uncertainty builds new thresholds
Like fleas from neighbors we drink juices
Life is like fucking fast food on a plate
It’s like you eat, but you don’t know what it is made of
Dawn will stick a new day like a stapler
To the past, that fades so quickly
And what do you remember when the eyelids get heavier?
You can not remember anything without sitting on the crack
Do nothing, listen to this song in the deck
But I'm still thinking about running away
Our lives are rivers, and I keep my course
Freedom, I wonder what it tastes like.
May this load be heavy but pleasant
It makes the pulse beat faster

How the East believes in the writings of Islam
I only believe in my cardiogram
I don’t believe in karma, I can’t fly in the air
I also do not hope for the heavenly manna
You can call my faith self-deception
While your brain is empty like my pockets
Life is not sugar, You can be weak
and in nirvana under nirvana cut veins in the bathroom
but somehow it’s not for me to fall into the abyss with a stone
You did not know? For the wound given
Let my story come from a different genre
I breathe air, while many need gills
These lines to someone in cotton candy salt
And someone will change something in their life tomorrow
Only what I believe is my only truth
Until there is a straight line on the device