Текст песни Tetoboom - не признан

Verse:
Come on!
Samples rather my soul through,
pluck tears from his eyes, drink all the blood.
Sadly clap eyelashes, do resche step ..
Keep hands, good market on the ears!
We fled from the fate, but the burden is stronger.
Silence is a cinch, but it more fun.
Bespoleznyak spark eyes on the left tsypam.
It is my cycle. Not rare conflict ..
You count up pure spring, life again -
take off the handbrake, stop pride, log cynicism ..
Time to cleanse, to pass a new turn.
My entourage a solo, hook boarded.

Chorus:
Not recognized by the masses, but the recognition of it.
Book soul without words, pulse handwriting ..
Theatre sinners - a place of our shadows ..
The smell of winter spirits so soon erode.

Not recognized by the masses, but the recognition of it.
Book soul without words, pulse handwriting ..
Theatre sinners - a place of our shadows ..
The smell of winter spirits so soon erode.