Текст песни Звук в формате - Зыбучие пески.

On the surface I'm a good fellow, but inside of me
Endless war among thousands of "I"
I am Nero, rap - my Rome
And to be honest, your world I was not impressed

Thoughts about the meaning of life, not for cattle, but
Going crazy every day, it became ordinary
& Quot; Where namutit? & Quot; & Quot; People throw? & Quot; - To be re-thought
I head in the mud - quicksand

Dead Ringer and offers white sneakers
We'll have to come back later, I had troubles with money
As the dead vampires - lost head
and now without emotion - zombies or golems

Everything is heading to hell or the devil is a roll
But if the world is a triangle, my life is not leg
Ostaebenilo everything, and it's time to know everything
Stealing line - my personality

"He've stole punch", "he mows under Tony '
But I often hear you moaning your darling
It's funny ...
But I came into your life - not to finish the pentagram