Текст песни Paul Puzzler - Внутри

There is already a tongue - it's just a lack of sleep,
This is just awareness of what it makes no sense.
Ryabit in the eyes of these bright rhines,
Buzzing in the head from these vulgar words.
From the dirty mouth of people, which believe only in numbers.

Do not tighten from rain until you pay.
I leaned with my head. I'm over it.

Discover me your heart and soul, and mind,
I will not take what is not mine.
You certainly understand, but, of course, not immediately,
That nothing terrible will happen
Discover me your heart and soul, and mind,
I will rent shoes near the door itself.
No, I do not intend to convince and prove,
I just want to get warm in.

Blurred the mind of the abundance of numbers and good merges with evil,
All borders are scattered and not to distinguish.
It remains only to observe, it remains only to wait for
Who silently silence near and why it becomes easier.

You will not achieve your until you hit.
I'm so tired of it all. I'm over it.