Текст песни Kas - Trance Battle 3 Round Аллегория правды

Part1
She is the one who found a way to his heart
I saw hundreds of roads but I couldn’t turn off
First to each other, forgetting how many nerves were buried
Already dreamed that he would give their first son

With love for him, his eyes sparkled so sincerely
Truth believed that together they would be blown out of the shadows
Shouted from joy, this is the one he dreamed of in life
If I knew what would happen next, I would scream quieter

But time passed and the burden of wanting more patience
Now then for her he is with whom to spend time
It’s even more boring than on a tram
Having told the whole truth to his face she sent tenderly

An unfamiliar feeling but something drops from the eyes
Pride in fucking asked her to give him a chance
Another soul whose rapchik wounds heal
Opening a notebook by writing a couple of lines made it easier for him
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And I will only go with her now
What will open the door for me on top
The one that will never be old
Your truth has become my muse
No more anger no pain
I buried it under the copy texts
And storing everything inside is tired
My soul will be given a start
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As if anger flared up inside the stove
His texts became more successful over and over again.
And that infection that broke it like an old vase
I didn’t let him release the gas pedals

There was no thirst for glory, but was heard by many
His sting is glorious;
Caught the hearts of others found those very threads
The man who broke his heart to dust

He has concerts, tours, album hits
She has broken dreams with new poses
But sooner or later she learned about a new star
Putting out her forehead went to his concert

The crowd screamed while she waited for crying attention
As if dumb at the pier did not say a single phrase
A smile on his face, in memory all the grief of failure
Hope tore her up fulfilling his allegory of truth

part2
Sorry I feel terribly sorry for you
I will redraw your gills without giving you a chance
Even catch my breath from the problems of a shaky
In this battle, the guy will be pretty hot for you
I didn’t read that I’m a bit master
And I mint my flow, victory overtook
At the time of me and I'm ready to prove it right now
In order not to throw in vain unnecessary phrases downwind
There is no microphone, not a stand, but there are many stories
In battle, not racks, but worthy removed
Humble because I, fluffy shell
And in the ampoules inside, poison has already been prepared
Now let's think about who will go to the next round.
At gunpoint I'll blow you out my rap angry like a tony rout
I have erased the truth more than once as Backspace
Even those who called themselves rightly teran