Текст песни Jara65 - Бредни

Life is the opposition of striving to achieve something
we intertwine our thoughts flying like birds
forgetting the days of the night what they were concerned about
We are all our days, but our fate has already been prophesied
they are
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unlearn get married find yourself in this world enough wake up
from his captivity, the musical polemic will go but no, forgive you
with this being, why do I need the cauldron of my life overflowing, I have nothing to do with
Were lured by the dust into my head, no need to try to protect

you are locked under the hoods you are here life pasol
Rubbing me like I should be a careless slave
There is no world for you, it's like a vinyl record is spinning
you keep driving and driving but in front you see the cold parts of acrylic

cute for you they weave your life like a seamstress weaves socks
an ordinary object for several years then in the trash like this verse
will fly away and forgive remember the magnet that will attract those thoughts dreams you are killed
is it worth living making dreams come true or just dying as it will amaze

My oxygen turn to the mosque where I can bet my dream
well, while you hang in the body of the screen, you wake up to sit and look for pikachu
you are turned and enslaved from TV screens everyone notices
desperate to get away from this world burn into the distance (fires)

On the katana, everyone makes their way through thoughts
should you go on like this
or do you want to understand what's so close
lies to your dream then in front of go

Wakes up to spit further condemn as if coughing will cool me
this world will not devour me in the gloomy being of those who are already at the bottom and
behind the banks with mats, we sorted them out with stakes, we sharpen about the fact that they have already got everyone
crowned sent the world tightly wrapped in these viscous shawls

As if Salvador Dali painted our yards with palm trees
we sit in the hope that someday we will make our dreams come true
Trying to leave the fire day by day and stop again, the style is not yours !!
With thoughts to beat in yourself to dissolve, then to bow before yourself

it is difficult to calculate your actions by meters, but somewhere
hid in secluded corners of the thought that this is not your planet
for the forgotten glory for the closed carrion climbs to you
saying that it does not wake up glory and you will wither in yourself

conclusion one need Aladin to spit on everyone's opinion to achieve themselves
for you, gin is you yourself and dreams that are seen somewhere through thoughts passed
Yes, everything is fine and easier to be a dark spot in the universe of betrayal of lies
try for fun and arguments to try all cornering