Текст песни Nebo7 - 03. Бесконечный шум

Artist: vk.com/nebo7music
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empty platform. This city does not expect one.
empty box. dim lights. cold concrete.
so much time. but no one to go.
many ways, but all paths converge.

one day. and we will become one.
life will write my horn. I'll write you a halo.
on the dialed numbers simply do not have the answer.
and meaning to talk? the more openly.

the wind in the street. in the wind, too.
musical greetings, in texts and not in envelopes.
and believe me, it is unlikely to be better off without humans.
important is the content, not the clothes and trinkets.

I would be protected. but cherish what all.
right I / you unnecessary communication.
well yes. it's probably worth a lot.
radio format would not call you stupid by a pussy.

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when there is no one
and all the love you can squeeze into a fist
I steal your time. I am a thief
and you have no time go on business

I am now an endless noise.
among inimitable melodies
I jump down, but a torn parachute
I does not feel freedom

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time is running. already it took four years.
you do not even think that I'm waiting for what the
Only what? No answer to this question.
We behave like children. even we want the adult.

simple. Yes, in principle, everything is simple.
you want to be on posters, but what I repost.
not too late. I'm only 19 years old then.
mnechty about the common future can be washed away in the toilet.

I will stand aside. I kind of like an Old Believer.
sleep with just anyone - it's strange to me.
He becomes wiser. although just I do not know anything.
except the music, where listeners - trophies.

I walk the same path. the windows of your house.
and even if I was everywhere. her friends on ringtones.
you are unlikely to remember. who owns the voice.
and I can hardly forget the smell of your hair.

question - whether we sit in a train?
or continue to transmit to the shuttles for transportation
that is eating inside. probably fragments of dreams.
almost all delayed. at first sight. nearly.

read after 5 years, it is now written.
and tons of memories. as a repeated session.
stupid movie. in which no one believes.
Thousands of movies. studio conveyor.

Hey. I still line couplets.
about shelters, about love, about the conductor and pharmacy.
Growing up. but only after you follow.
Life is being bothersome neighbor.

I write couplets and poems. call them lyrics.
like a hint of a question "we together or what?"
there are not together. Che? because these songs.
my rap together in life as it is inappropriate.