Текст песни Max M8 - 03.Снова жив

1st verse:
How she would not have, if I tossed a coin
I remembered you this summer, probably no better
And it was not delirium, his eyes shone with so much
And my pulse is unstable, sms to mobile
In this room, I dusty bubble soap
As if the light is off stupidly I know the answer
Confusing himself aloud, do not tell
Gather strength left fork
The DNA codes for line Heartline road
Tale down if called out
Himself a former sentence polite,
As of snow coma restrained tenderness I
No regrets - only sincerity
The memories of my salt and exclusivity
What gnaws inside me deeper look
Again one, and my heart hurts

Chorus:
And how do we find
The threads of their own way
And let the people
What is pulled down
Sheet music of my soul
Will remove the sadness of those days
And I'm alive again
And I'm alive again

2nd verse:
I looked into her eyes, and that's two steps back
I do not seem to know - the scenario has changed
I myself did not lie in the hectic mundane phrases
I prayed a hundred times in black and white color
World entangled all of us and at the given time
The world seems better in a moment filled with rubbish
Always someone else is friends with the head
My thoughts suddenly wake up one
After a couple of puffs flying short hook
Knocking fright suddenly you smears
Nudes thought dangerous menacing grizzly
Teeth clenched his righteousness credited
In the full sense of time powerless
If you ran off the track this way dangerous
We'll have to press the red - often
Where the paint mixed, and all persons in the guise of happiness

Chorus:
And how do we find
thread their ways
and let the people
that pulled down
notes of my soul
remove the sadness of those days
and I'm alive again
and I'm alive again

bridge:
What did I know about you
After all these losses
Through the open door
What has now become
I like a hunted animal
Over the years, only more complicated
When only believe her
All echoed though deley
No dancing in coal
No ones and zeros
Feelings are hidden in a safe
They see all
That way I dawn
What is embedded in the memory of years
During the seven locks from people
My world is not like visitors

Chorus:
And how do we find
The threads of their own way
And let the people
What is pulled down
Sheet music of my soul
Will remove the sadness of those days
And I'm alive again
And I'm alive again