Текст песни N.O.Pro - Быть собой

Your life is always empty
Every day, the eternal dream
But you continue to be a
Curb this fate

Gray leaky roof like breathing vapor and write
This smoky city you will not hear
These millions of hearts wanted to spit on everything
Pour their rain soon, their bones will hide the sand
This lost us want to live a century
Not halved then that he did not put
In this strange fate of so many dirty sides
These strange people have no sense of conscience ringing
Spy disturbs your sleep, runs through the white columns
bearing the sad news that there's a chance in a million
Keeping pendant on his chest, he mascot on the road
Find the ends of the network with a desire to save
His rotten soul, not listening without seeing
That the Bible is written between the lines bless
I breathed the air feel childhood,
As a means of music will find its place

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Trying to understand the rules for writing
What loomed every day they were ordered to carry out
And if you refuse from it all
I try to build something that was not given to many
My film with semi-closed screen
Where am I looking for their dream in a cold restaurant, drunken
Forgive me Mom, for my rudeness, caused pain
Very well remain a wandering outcast
 summer or spring in the soul of the poet cold
events like a hammer hitting on my psyche for a long time
be a lone wolf among sheep flocks
their shield wire in the form of overhanging rings
from where the psychosis of which know the end
move your ass to the scaffold by step to the light fly
I die in the dungeon to lock your womb
and outline the chalk circle, leaving the soul from the body in the twilight