Текст песни Original СМИ ft. Ananas ft.Neorganic - Между двух Миров

Locked, constrained, not enough words,
All paths are clogged and there are no codes.
Consciousness is opened, I am not ready
We do not have enough space between the two worlds.

There is no limit to opportunities in life,
Only that abyss into which we strive diligently
Not all come back from there,
I evaporate in heaven.
To tell the truth has become dangerous.
Truth covers the mind suddenly,
Like a good bump cuts you early.
The main thing is to cut everything in advance,
Understanding is how to sculpt stone patterns.
Paranoia burned, all charges dropped,
In the morning, the smile and look untidy.
Home for charging I enter the staircase without looking,
Wiping their white nikes on the asphalt,
In life, I usually tighten the screws.
Instructions on the site, but people better get off
And talk only about what you really know
Light lanterns tell the correct path.

Ash falls, people are chained by time,
In the system every day complications
But I go forward, I remember the coding I can surrender to the truth.
I pissed off - drove into the face
Watching movies, I remember everything.
I am not blown away by the winds, I opened my eyes.
Sad nights howl with sadness
But the victory at first smiled at me, then - a draw.
I was wild and silently looked at the ceiling
Knead a couple of varieties, between the two worlds:
I get lost, I evaporate, disappear into the natural energy
Himself is not native one on one with them.
I myself am the last hero.
I get tired, I have soiled my soul and do not listen to anyone,
Your activity will have my jealousy.
You may not believe it, but it’s worth getting to know
She does not sleep, she stands pregnant near the watering
Waiting for the birth of a new force or an order to hang up.

Circling on a swing, close my eyes,
Away from the city rush, I see you
I run away from high houses and roads.
Once a criminal case was brought up against me
But did not give time.
I’m happy to write a few more lines,
I meet morning on the roof, and then I will knock you on the door,
You will open her sleepy, as always,
Smile and look at you, then gently hug you,
It was the best summer last year.
I would not say that then I missed a lot,
Just passed the time, but I did not notice much.
And somehow strange that now remembered this,
This is all this swing: they unload my brain to the full
And still help me live.
I remember a lot of life,
To not repeat this in the future,
Say "stop" to yourself, stop for five minutes, look at yourself.
I have a feeling that I am stuck between two worlds,
And I never get out of it ever.
Forget what was, I can hardly,
Because in one of the worlds I will bury myself,
I will understand something from what I did not understand
And, maybe, I apologize to her, but this is a moot point.
I will close my eyes in that world of memories
I will hope that someone will wake up in the morning.

Between two worlds are two consciousnesses:
Doing and understanding do not play in pairs.
Again on the style, what is the style of being tired?
C'mon guys aren't happy themselves
There are wounded here.
They laughed, but did not finish off, bastards.
My nerves from afar, look at what's inside of me,
I'll tell you, but not now, litter,
This chess field is rather a swamp, not a sea.
What is the next move?
Against him and vice versa.
Who is he?
He is me, from one to zero, my game.
Want to know?
On, the program is simple, zero zero one zero,
Plus, minus, good, bad,
React cool to watch it was not a chore.
Perfect solution!
Infinite spectacles that have no meaning for them.
This was my assignment
But, halved, doomed to suffering.

Locked, constrained, not enough words,
All paths are clogged and there are no codes.
Consciousness is opened, I am not ready
We do not have enough space between the two worlds