Текст песни 4eka 2a MC - Бред моих снов

This nonsense of my dreams for all areas and courtyards
Let them line up among the false dogs
Closing in the room without noticing the hours
He closed the door of the soul is still small, not the bolt (2 times)

I'll go up only for moms
Comes from the head to throw everything on the lists
Before holes scribbled my frayed notebook
Inside the cold February, law warm May

Under less snotty and already cold tea
I write verse at night, accidentally
I'm not going to finish with this
You will, in your column sound

You'll be knocking on your ears and souls
Here is a string submitted to eat
Shake the hand of the great music
Previously shpynyali like a dog

I do it in the shower, for days without leaving the house
And now I'm here, I stand at the microphone

This nonsense of my dreams for all areas and courtyards
Let them line up among the false dogs
Closing in the room without noticing the hours
He closed the door of the soul is still small, not the bolt (2 times)

On the way home, he came into my head 4eka
I carried it to the end, even young
This milky release of the words in an empty cell
Or on the phone in the Quick Notes
Only it gives me another chance to live
That's just it, I can definitely cherish

Wandering around the room, look for these lines and rhymes
I'm not the one that was before I really became another
Who knew that would have to be lonely
Who knew that I would be so snotty

In September, the autumn leaves begin to cry about summer
And I'll write the second verse as it was with the lady
Curses that met, one number is noticed in a month
At the same time I met the dawn

How quickly pick up, I have not noticed
I was looking for something in the eyes telyuschey cigarette
Well now it is better not to quarrel no shouts
And it seemed to me the past one instantly

I tried to out run run
He consoled himself with smoke under a white ceiling
He found his own, know now in this sense
One night howling lines in the sky like a wolf

Now here I am perishing home
Without fresh lines of starving
In the rain looking for them, thoroughly soak

This nonsense of my dreams for all areas and courtyards
Let them line up among the false dogs
Closing in the room without noticing the hours
He closed the door of the soul is still small, not the bolt (2 times)