Текст песни Jeky Jeyson - Автор жизни

Who is my author's life? Who wrote the picture?
I set the timer, smoothly so much on the clock
And how much did you leave the good around yourself?
I notice hate it in your dreams

She in your visions and shadow passing
Nastya remorse, not conscience, you!
Changing the expansion of this help my friend
Swing infinity rotate and here

How not to twist brave of redoubts
Get out of the root do not give their riots
Where are their kindness? All the question is Bonal
Inside the emptiness of darkness and secrets

We all changed but the sides of the mounted
Among the fatal bro, the result of the Supostat
Irony - what you can feel
And he drives him, able to forget?

Would you like to forgive? But the ego is all the Siilney
On the timer, I am worth the same day
Stuck all the same hour, second too
On the map place is there, it is not for you
Omonies in the ravine and krone 200 volts
Incognito mine from the root of your prost
Although we are not talking to you, but from different poles
So sorry what are you angry

: Chorus 2 times:
Among the left spect, the con applated so
Fart distorted act
Watch, rare gates, hid the reptile
Will come to wait a long time, but it will be given a darkness

Who is my author's life? Who wrote the picture?
I look again in the timer and I do not believe in miracles
Some of the same Coffee, everything is there in the places
Why do you all ruin? What is all this hell?

Drawn into this dirt, shouted not mind
Israged cover and not a distant eye
In the original and variety, koucheu for alien persons
Unilles will create a three-dimensional look for us

Driven turn, stretch for myself
Do not be worse than those in whom there was no good
And I go to him, to the one who is my author
Only he will translate all the numbers in full zero

Chorus