Текст песни SHTORM - Азарт в груди

I have not heard applause, but an inner voice says do not give up
Of course to blame himself, because in reality, not all elementary Watson
Clenching his fists, he went out to battle himself one on one
Another way to find me at the microphone until something in my chest batters

Perhaps you are not familiar with, when put on the shackles of the four walls
The inner world - a coma, not better to take off from the face of a smile
The smell of broken hope is lost and no longer found
Mercilessly trampled into the soil plant withered in the asphalt

Words can create patterns, causing heap abstractions
Putting on a mask of Zorro, he took the microphone as the blade, but it was all in vain
The whole reason the reasons in the guise of aggregate useless attempts
In a loud voice shout not shout all dreams are broken trough

Probably like all I do not know what will happen tomorrow
But with all his strength to shout micro is fully chest excitement
And all the sediment that has accumulated in me it will not be seen soon
After all, it will absorb my micro. Yes! He soulful filter