Текст песни ARTiNOTE - Outro- это не сон

Retreating into myself for the umpteenth time,
Voiced for you a new phrase stock.
Another beat to the bass.
It was hit more than once, but now
I run across rap races like partisans
Life leaves wounds, not bad plans
Useless samples to stall my move
But there is no look at the gon and stele from year to year
In style, fitting beyond strength,
Shining texts in any way comprehend
Reason on this subject, having decomposed dilemma,
Arrangements, theorems of the current system.
The time will come, I will not get to the bottom.
With a rifle machine I will sow applause
What will you declare then? Here I am about
Tie your ambition. Reality is not a dream.