Текст песни kAs - Trance Battle 3 Round Аллегория правды

Part1
She is the one that found the way to his heart
I saw hundreds of roads but it could not turn off
Each other were the first to forget how many nerves were buried
Already dreamed that he will give their first son

Love to him eyes sparkled so sincere
The truth believed that together they will blow out of the shadows
For joy, it was the one he dreamed about in life
I would know what will happen next would have shouted quieter

But as time went on and the burden of wanting more patience
Now then for her he is with whom pastime
It became even more boring than tram driving
Having told the whole truth in his face she sent gently

Unfamiliar feeling but something drops from the eyes
Pride ebony asked her to give him a chance
Another soul whose wounds rapchik heal
Opening a notebook writing a couple of lines made it easier for him
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And I will only go with her now
What will open the door for me
The one that will never be old
Your truth has become my muse
No more anger no pain no
I buried her under the copy texts
And to accumulate inside myself is all tired
My soul wills start!
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Like anger inside the stove flared up
His texts became more successful time after time.
And that infection That broke it like an old vase
Did not let him let go of the gas pedal

Thirst for glory, but heard by many
His sting is nice, vryl have the right roots
Clinging to the hearts of others found those very threads
That man that broke his heart to dust

His concerts, tours, Albums hits
She has broken dreams with new poses.
But later, or I learned about a new star.
Putting out her forehead went to his concert

The crowd screamed and she waited for crying attention
As if the dumb berth neither said a phrase
A smile on his face, in the memory of all the grief failures
Hope tore her to fulfill his allegory of truth

part2
Stung by me terribly sorry for you
Gills you rerun without giving you a chance
Catch my breath though my soul is shaky from problems
In this battle, the guy you will be pretty hot
I have not read that I am a master of bits
And I minted my flow, victory overtook
At times, I and I right now are ready to prove it.
In order not to throw unnecessary phrases in the wind
No microphone, no stand but a lot of history
In the battles are not resistant, but the worthy ones removed as much
Humble because I am a fluffy shell
And in the ampoules inside the poison is already cooked
Now let's think about who will go to the next round.
At gunpoint on you my rap rap as if tony rout
Toli i like backspace more than once erased
Even those who call themselves Teran