Текст песни Noize MC - Жвачка

Your memory is like gum in your hair
And apparently the roots are stuck too deep in the head.
It's cold in hell, nothing to breathe in heaven
The universe no longer exists, but for some reason I remember about it.

Your memory is like gum in your hair
And apparently the roots are stuck too deep in the head.
It's cold in hell, nothing to breathe in heaven
The universe no longer exists, but for some reason I remember about it, I remember

I would like this device with a bright flash from the movie "Men in Black",
I would unscrew the relay to the maximum and generally erase everything cleaned up.
I would find myself in an unfamiliar place, not understanding anything. Not knowing who I am
Having lost the need to suppress phantom pains with drugs.
I would wander aimlessly through the city, which suddenly became a salutary alien,
Feeling no tightness in the hypochondrium, free as a released gin.
Who no longer needs to pull out their hair
Trying to fulfill the impossible desires of your own inner voice.
I would write myself a note asking not to try to learn about the past.
In order to avoid possible risks, I would lie to myself in it godlessly.
If suddenly I met someone who would remind me of the forgotten,
Well, I would press the button again. It's that simple: on / off.

Your memory is like gum in your hair
And apparently the roots are stuck too deep in the head.
It's cold in hell, nothing to breathe in heaven
The universe no longer exists, but for some reason I remember about it.

Your memory is like gum in your hair
And apparently the roots are stuck too deep in the head.
It's cold in hell, nothing to breathe in heaven
The universe no longer exists, but for some reason I remember about it, I remember