Текст песни RIKI - Маленький актёр

all paid for triple dollar blue
so that no one knocked your immunity
you little actor with a crown on his head
I'm high and I see the glare on his lighthouse
you have a cast and not very experience
it automatically searches for the bypass trails
each of habit, always wears the scapular
to look in the eyes of others blameless a
Today I ate a hundred steel blocks
and washed with boiling magma so you know
you take into the hands of another toothpick
to avoid insulting word of truth fatal
I have the same great spiritual eyes
as a physical from Polyphemus behind that mountain
my nickname is completely contrary to myself
to know how it happens, and I do not know why

it does not matter love or hate a liar shirt
I still can not hide his true face
although I am a liar but the truth is found in me
Do not think that I announced myself as a liar

every one is number one for you
I also understand that you do not want to remain unloved
so you put on the crown of a small actor
otherwise increase the speed of the observer again
He nags you with his one eye always
you are afraid to say no because it will be a trouble
When you talk with someone in front of me
rengentovskoe my vision says you're lying (not?)
Baal and Belial are just standing on the sidelines
not even that scary sucked into the funnel
if you have deceived the cleverest and large Cyclops
how you look in his eye every day again
when the hanger wire begins to bend
things on it, and so strive to be on the floor and zamnut
you always knew that the wire is easy to change shape
then why hang his favorite shirt or T-shirt?

it does not matter love or hate a liar shirt
I still can not hide his true face
although I am a liar but the truth is found in me
Do not think that I announced myself as a liar

When I'm cutting onions, I never cry
because the latter then lose my sanity
You told my friend that he had talent in skin coloring
but he found himself in the flexor spoons
and better then to be here one forever
fill their metals outside compartments
and I know even if you are by nature Oorfene Deuce
that your word is still sweet to the taste
and sometimes hunt to speak in their own language
but if I say it is like gasoline in spark
and that I throw out all the stones out of the bag
needs to be done so that the information reached
how to connoisseur of his collar and twin brother
evening I picked up the phone and called the undertaker
My pencil is like my timing
I write to them every man his courage