Текст песни Эfess - Потерянный Рай

My paintings - they are alive - they know how to dream
My art is to be silent and write.
what I'm worried I know so far alone
Today and tomorrow I am quarantined
Someone reads their books, someone writes books to them
For me, creating is much warmer and closer
I write, watching what happens on the roof
It’s very important for me to be at my brother’s rep
I realized a lot and lost a lot
I took very little, but alas I drove a lot
And let me fall asleep alone every night
I fall asleep knowing the level of my own honor
And even if I made plans for tomorrow today
I do not change the story in order to avoid troubles
And let my life be stained
Ninety-second to tenth

it is my choice!! i lost the window to paradise
it is my choice!! now long ago morale
hands wash in the mud like life from this world
Lyre does not play me, it’s a pity that this is not a mirage !!

They tried to betray me, but did not try to understand me
Few people who just want to grab and hug
And take them away from those you can't trust
Who cares for honor and trust from a height
I disappear for a month, and appear for the evening
In my company where I am - I'm almost invisible
Where I sit and keep quiet, watching everyone
noticing their problems and in the head changes
I probably did little - I have one road
if you're lucky - I'll live a little more
while the beat beats, while the poet’s soul lives
while playing an instrument from the chorus to the verse
The rap lives in my heart, he settled for a long time
He liked not to stand on the threshold.
Hip-hop disease of people is an epidemic of the century
Evolution into a poet from a simple person !!

it is my choice!! i lost the window to paradise
it is my choice!! now long ago morale
hands wash in the mud like life from this world
the lyre does not play me, it’s a pity that this is not a mirage !!