Текст песни Egon Spengler ft. tra - Surrealisme

egon's part
At that moment, when my words are not digested
I'm putting in a metaphor in the table
For fun did not agree with the rules
Kings overthrown and sbagrivali
By suppressing the uprising hook
What lies dormant, hiding secrets
And the interior of the system breaks down all the same-thing

Flying at night over the city
Under Bulgakov's death, and with laughter
Under the orders of the "back" I'm going up
Himself forced to seek a new yar

Thirst for every new day reining accept and expect from statute to statute

And I'm standing here now sparing no loss
They are becoming bolder and continue

Thoughts on the best forgotten
Events Quickly and painfully affected
I believed in God, but it is only an idol
And if you die today, then the kingdom will perish
Choose yourself where reality in the life of

tra

Breaking fingers unbridled desire and anger.
Even in my astral I only guest.
And yes, you do not come down to us,
because at such a depth bottom shatnetsya reason of the abundance of truths.
Grab a handful of ambition,
We burn all the rags that you are sorry for all cry principle.
you hold on a burden of work and life.
Our piggy bank just pop by tales of the restaurants.
where ever-blooming lotus,
where drunks and trash that furrowed by thought expanses.
God is there in the corner at the far table smoke-house,
quietly listens to the actions of the children.
and I wanted to tell you so surprised?
how tremulous days, the palette does not contain all the paintings?
go away.
faceless and empty you idiot,
pocket crumpled world, but on another page my diary.