Текст песни Mr.T-Rex - Фантазёр

I want to go to the Final Battla, well, I fantasies
Either talent not on iota or just not lucky
As a quantum of helium particles, I'm not weighing here
Another round of the Blondi - Blood and Sand

Thread of neurons draws a list of ambitions
All in one column, Spains on the faces
Everyone sees the goal, but she is not all her shoulder
After all, hundreds of people will not do the final

No matter how hard I tried, I will not stay
Only rushing with quality, I didn't hit those
I lost here, as if the ebony in the dark
I squeeze everything from the opponents, as if the winemaker

And how much I have been reserved and how much will
Swim from the harbor and swim to your pier
Although you are Stoni, I'm laid, at least three hundred miles
Give a couple that I would be shot

Sincerely wish the victory, each of you
Whether you are the salary of Emsi or ride cotton foam
But still I won a victory, I'm a fantasy
Second round, Mr. Ti-Rex, perhaps, this is all