Текст песни Издательство Звуков - Без ума

© Alexander Timofeev, 2005

I want to sing and breathe anything,
Fly and a run to break the plane of the breast.
Remember: in the words of truth and lies will
Enough; not sharpen knives idiots in the world.

And those who are left, do not want to sleep,
First slain no longer be crucified.
You see my eyes - this glass
Shattered the night without dreams.

I do not even know who Pan, who went,
Who came out of life and, as tired
Under the rules of life on the road wheels
Drew and I suddenly realized that the shadows in the blood ...

I write what I see, and how not to write,
When thousands die in his eyes - not go back.
Do you want to ask, but concerns look back,
And for me very scared to turn back.

I do not even know who Pan, who went,
Who came out of life and, as tired
Under the rules of life on the road wheels
Drew and I suddenly realized that the shadows in the blood ...

Fearfully. But life is three times more difficult
Those who under his shirt blizzard;
Those who have not left the heat,
Slowly going crazy.