Текст песни Bekzat Ng - 498

(Spitz)
Her features are simple - wrinkles are visible on him.
But she could have liked a man without beauty.
In his empty apartment he likes to clean up,
Gluttonly trying on fresh outfits.
Rough portrait of a failed fan
Dusted in the room by the windowsill.
Convened guests, then with frosty indifference
I hid the picture so that it would not be discovered.
Everyone who comes welcomes hospitable
The reverent face reveals itself boldly to us.
Her friends need a special relationship,
Unconscionably wanting to sit on her neck.
With a mountain of unwashed utensils after parting,
Alone with the caricature removed earlier
From an unresolved litigation, she looked tired.
But you have to live in a new way, neglecting the old.

(Tashoki)
Why not? I'll take and write my own
Self portrait. It will be a masterpiece, I feel!
Or maybe not. But I’ll try it anyway.
After all, he must step along a creative path.
Stop wasting time caressing in vain
A stone in the shower. It's time to paint strokes
His face is unshaven, without a nose,
Semi-paralyzed. Humiliated and menacing
He took a pencil, an eraser, exhaust paints.
This should be noted - but there is no champagne.
He put a mirror in front of him, I’m standing grimy.
No one to be afraid - I start to smear.
And now the portrait is ready in appearance close to me,
The first pancake can be lumpy, but sincere!
I will present it to my beloved and sign it without pressure:
"Do not forget me, your Semipalatinsk."

(Kenichiro)
Similar to good before deception
Forty years of heavenly mana.
There are five hundred and fifty on you.