Текст песни ВАНТУЗ - ГОЛОС

Something new was born between body and soul
Not like my voice speaks now with me
Brains prepares porridge from dawn to dawn
I am words those black paint and please do not speak
I mentally takes no draft and breeze
Apparently for my thoughts approached the deadline
If the voice becomes louder by changing my
I won't be it already in me someone else
I had ideas in my pond again to peck
And fruits with dry trees I began to tear
Seeds of others in the soil carefully plant
Everything seems to be under hypnosis and that I do not know
I draw numbers of signs with your own hand
There appeared as many words that all night there is no peace
It is necessary to stop it too late to stop
But I immediately began his voice to whisper something new
Sleep your mind with dreams that are invented by you
Or outside the work of the world your own build
Wake vikhore emotions show what you cost
After all, you will not build your happiness with humble and silent
Having a bunch of instructions I'm looking inside deception
Time flowed faster depleting my pocket
I forgot much from the rules taking only a few of them
And in me a cunning voice for treacherously
Speakers in the winter garden the first common harvest
For some reason, the voice less often began to look at tea
I won't miss just think about him
So with himself communicating the day after day

My heart beats will probably know about something
Apparently I am visited by a voice again
Scary that fruits are strangers I'm used to counting
And no longer so happy I am ready for them
The voice has changed much became familiar and native
Says that I was forgotten by becoming petty and evil
This I changed not wanting to take
I start greatly angry raising a cry what would scare
Not afraid of me the ghost only says all quieter
Not in the center of the head and already in some niche
And my voice has changed as if at all and not mine
Well, the one thing was considered now allegedly someone else's
Too many coincidences feelings destroy thoughts
I am tone resisting in a viscous useless sense
And as if I wake up tightly squeezing in hand paddle
That there is a rowing forces back that would not demolished
It is also necessary to dream that I was it he
Too much in this matter me put on con
No where the voice wants to play me
Blastingly accusing in my head
I am real here I am a real in front of you
If people fit will be convinced of this
Only people do not go everything bypass by the party
The time itself may doubt that not something with me
I thought for a long time what to do on the trails walking the garden
The conclusion was asked to prove not to prove
More voice was not and in a dream did not come
And in general I doubt that he was once