Lyrics Posternak - Раз2ение

I'm too tired
under the precipice
breathe heavily

delirium is your soul crystal
 
no dusty glass on the bus

keep
let's agree
not a word in a broken voice
get up again in the system
think of pride

another deal with a conscience?
bingo
world in the form of a market again race in the form of a ring
do not tear down the gong
round with my wounds
in their glossary do not fit in the parameters!

we set all the parameters ourselves
after all these commanders
people wrote

but this is the age of radio
tired of the walls
at each stage

but remember Christ on the cross
when the steel to the bone in the crossbar

I'm not supreme

I also
God! you can do more! you hear
you can be higher!

no, I fell destroyed,

where is your fuse? where is your ardor?

was yes all left

I can not help moaning
I'm alone against everyone

Clamped on four sides -
go up.

I will not continue the game
I'm too stupid

clamped in the corner, go deep

this world is rude I'm almost dead
sell labor
I roll to the abyss.
has already fallen

Stop
let's agree to agree
a small deal with a conscience
no matter what sauce
you can not have the upper hand
crawl down
caught the moment
enjoy
century
will not bring to naught
your thoughts
write a hapiend
his story
at any cost
the world is not black and white stripes
it is colored
let's not quarrel
with themselves
in this world it is necessary together
crossbreed
this is your take

no, I'm weak
full of heavy thoughts
to the bottom I go

rave

then I'm delirious

but you are in the same row

with whom I'm fighting for food in the bottom of the sand

God with him with the sand, let's crawl along the very bottom of the hold

And where to? that in the end we are waiting

If there is an objective simply forward

but if there is no sense

your whist is again hung
update the antivirus
we need to
you grew up fast

but I'm tired of the empty risk
sharp squeal
its brake disk
cardiac arrest
tear
vocal cords
from stupid rules

people get up from wheelchairs
all in your hands

my hands fell

do not lower it
and do not fall
accept reality
as medicine
go

I will not get to one,

I will bring

Vedi

better one spirit
two
ideas
principle of the golden mean
with young nails
to gray hair
let's sit out
together any torture
the heat of the heart will be fervent
will melt blocks of ice
do not say one
because there is yours
then we are together
with common features
about this we sing about it we read
let your boat sail
through brittle ice
his moan
take your breath away
away
and if loud
then only
 scream of happiness

 I can not help moaning
I'm alone against everyone

Clamped on four sides -
go up.

I will not continue the game
I'm too stupid

clamped in the corner, go deep

this world is rude I'm almost dead
sell labor
I roll to the abyss.
has already fallen