Текст песни Da Stan - 16 проблем

There’s not much time left at all,
Let's jump over these crevices without thinking
A couple of minutes to heaven, flying empty things
After all, landing is only a residual goal.
Packed up everything that was boxes,
Purely so as not to jump from extra memory into windows and
He put the block on the world, for me damn it
You have not seen samplers for my problems.
Departing bombs, sticky,
They clogged all the blood clots with shrapnel,
The current passing by illusions in an instant
Deformed me in another until a new dawn.
And let's consider the flowing,
24 total, but 16 real
The rest is sleepy but problematic soaring
My every hour of life is like in a box.

Infinity of constant problems
Presses on the head forcing to draw diagrams,
But I have one space left for the signs,
And between them only broken walls fly out.