Текст песни Чужие Сны - Уходим на дно

Thoughts overhead
Hanging over the city with drops of cold - winter.
Readable on the lips
Letters, codes, for every occasion

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Let the master take your will.
Not believing yourself won't help you
Nothing to be yourself
Himself
Burrowing into molten gravel
We're going to the bottom
Everything is according to the rules, but,
Rising, you have to fall.

We go to the bottom
From lived dreams
From the words spoken
And there was nothing left.
We go to the bottom
From cinema screens
Disappeared from the credits long ago
Again ...

Called by name:
To everyone equally
Fears and arguments are words.

Disperse by hand
Fresh, naked,
Free and expensive -

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Your wounds are soaked in pain
Not believing yourself won't help you
Nothing to be yourself.
Himself
Burrowing into molten gravel
We're going to the bottom
Everything is according to the rules, but,
Rising, you have to fall.