Текст песни Mary Jane - Моя личная Библия

Maybe with me that is not so simple?
Who out of the skin- still a fool, a fool and luxury
Strife, vary a lot sharply on the verge of a thin
As in the photo and film
Two shades of eye-catching
Maybe a different angle I look at things,
Not at all such as contrast and sharper
Before my eyes all very different -
That someone said a prayer means nothing ?!
For me - and vice versa, my personal bible
For all is not visible, dusty book - sorry
The thought pattern of different life instantly
Changes reticence to be frank
Perhaps this is correct,
Something that I think the righteous
For the rest, and so will not be bound
And those memories that I left on the sheets
Patterns of shadows and darkness Rastan

Chorus (2x)
What do you know about the innermost secrets
You my book, holy, without opening repent
What you hear tear apart -
Only the first letter of the title of my personal Bible

From time to time I pour tips
Phrases bare, except rarely lightly dressed
Sometimes I'm surrounded by, but subtle issues
The obvious answer placers scattered
I see a sin, but it was, and will be
And who is not with them, for those still digging and buy
Once again, their voices ringing false listen
Look for what you sell soul ...
Psevdoangely with imaginary halos fall from the sky
Considering that soar into thinking that the way it should
Most do not see that happening among mortals,
Take me, give me water to drink clean
After all, I'm hot from the fire, where the sheets burn,
Fire salty only my dreams melted
And those memories that I left on the sheets
Fly away with the smoke ...