Текст песни N.O.Pro - Страдания

You will not see me, and neither of which such
A regular guy with a young patient soul that
Does not easily fall asleep looking at the ceiling
Nights long and tedious, I look out the window
That can accommodate up to 16 lines without breaking the head
And I probably bored with sad stories
Maybe you're not even listening and just silently
There is hope harvests in whole pieces
My life is mediocrity clouds with the wind
In the morning, study, home evening writing about eternal
Depression and thoughts forever kanyat with voids
The bed sheets on weekdays snow layers
Forgive me for the sadness of a solid blank letter
Trying something to bring to you but it's too much
Inside traces of resentment and prolong my mud
And vryatli I can write to you couplets different

Chorus:

Cold winds and smooth surface misted windows
Sheets truth I leave them on the last century
And I do not feel sick to start remembering all the efforts
From now on, I can hear the poison sing their suffering

Verse 2

I certainly not achieve great success in the rap
And my tracks do not put on a repit Players
After all, few people find themselves in these topics simple
Someone you need about love and someone to rap plums
Who needs my life zapechetlennaya in rhymes
And black and white pictures erased my plate
Only a few will believe in my victory in war
Otherwise, do not call the devastation days at the bottom
On arrival home walk through the old place
Cliff above the lake, and the cramped streets of the soul
In his first start 16 zdelal let funny
But perseverance and faith has always stayed with me
Albeit there was no support from friends who
As a result, they put on a play and build bark
Let my beloved is not near
Find a love, and I will sing their suffering