Текст песни Da Gudda Jazz - Мясорубка

I'm looking for a way out of the maze
While you live fearing every shift
In fear that your dream will harm you
If you eat richly, but I'm a brother for miles
There is no time to reborn in any way, because this is not a game
Or you don’t see the time to fly because 2 0 1 5
No no time to sit idle
Everywhere hate yourself sitting between four walls
To such an extent that you sang papidos after your songs
Daddy, it's time to rise to yourself, you need to prove
Still, you are weak or you take your breath away and come on yourself
The dream itself will not come true
Either live to the fullest or Suesite
So judge yourself better to believe in yourself or in miracles
Welcome to the New World
Same before re mi
But we will stand higher
But as they say
Remember your roots

Something is not right, something is wrong
Somewhere not us, somewhere not high,
And it will not cease to be a hint that somewhere far
The river closes your circle of your happiness.

Piece of fool yeah
Millions of miles from home
It will indicate to you that you have been looking for centuries, but during the regatta
The sail of fate only beguiled the coast, and you are here.

Smoke again, fume, closer what father called
Say as a child flew too,
You can fall sharply
The daring will serve as an example of Icarus.

Somewhere else the Earth is spinning.
This will make your life shine.
Ribbon of runaway color paintings
You will quarantine.

There are many cherished ideas -
I would have been blown away for a day
Fly over the planet
And in one minute change winter to summer.

But how, how to find your Zion,
When is holding so many things?
The weather forecaster amuses the heart inside
And he will add so much strength.

I will fall for the season where
The sea and the gold of the sun tear the horizon
I will be happy and angry, realizing how dear to me,
That which stores the house.

People try to make themselves doubt
I saddled luck and firmly in the saddle
I do not know the word weakness and what happened to you
'Cause I cling to success every day
You are not pleased, I'm tired somewhere
Where ideas ripen I kill weeks
We share them on the tracks
Give someone my way gives birth to them
My sadness does not feed feelings
And those whom I do not trust
My relatives are here and we will not need
My miss
Sincerely they are waiting for the time when gunpowder must be replaced
Here and so rainy tears from the sky pour
We’ve temporarily sent to love
The earth is choking waiting for the hero
I can not bring alone
Give me help bit juicy
And my stack will get thicker
Those nearby recognize the handwriting of hell
And mom will be glad to have to go in search of treasure
Only truth will enrich me