Текст песни Дрон Рождество - кончено и забыто

Room silence reminds me of day noise
I'm sitting, I write something, some brochures are scattered on the floor
I confess
I do not be in them never printed, breathing deeper
Cigarette tightening, minutes float and I do not hurry anywhere
There is no time quiet and hoped - now all forgotten and lost route

And what will happen tomorrow - there will be visible
I never planned anything
I was banned from being
Such far-sighted
Leaving only these lines of dimensions
Discharge rhymes, yes customize them by rhythm
Go proudly around the world, keep the battle
Overlooking the prose, boys-leisure
driving on the razor blade

And everything will disappear - I myself scatter
Make in this room, as if in siege
And if death does not wear me
I will move on the same tangent
While the talent will not leave until the snow melts
While all the points above "and" I have not yet placed
Still young and not retired
Until the goals have not yet reached the set

And how much will you have so good luck?
Probably while the body is still not covered with sand
And in our story it's time to put a point
She is over and forgotten
Forgotten and Konchen

And I know for sure - no longer
Let the laugh of your ulcer rims on the heels
My syllable is terrible, not to mention the handwriting
But the lips do not draw more to the lips
Soon light
And I observe
how the torn clouds are floating across the sky
And how are you now
I listen to music
with a smile filling a new glass
Bent vocals, cheap micro, countdown pre-and record
All over and forgotten
Cenched and forgotten
Cenched and forgotten
Now forever.