Текст песни Рем Дигга - Как в сказке

What is there to be prestigious,
 Who will judge the speech immediately book
 Kill the one who just once
 It has a sense of the power of the rarity
 Rebate is not the time to close the sky hands is not enough growth
 There is no sense interfere with the fun of those who betrayed potion

 Somebody heard laughter at first then only one wheezing
 But who would dare to pour minute oblivion accused of treason
 The loss of time in the little understood field of intellect
 I can not understand, well, what's the life of me breathing
 The meaning of wearing a brocade to hide the fact that there scab
 Meaning fly high, far away, lying on the cold pipes
 Living poison alive head, but the right is empty
 Here, everyone should be their for their world
 Colorless satire strict framework of negativity
 Build castles beautiful removed vaudeville
 Paintings of consciousness stories idyll
 Paints got themselves are under the counter
 Painted angles from there were idols,
 And have not changed in a kennel weather
 Nobody thought that the ropes can strangle freedom
 Invariably, trembling body
 Dumb silhouettes beat his head against the gray cardboard
 Slouching shadows stuck to the wall there
 Go dancing here comes from the mouth foam
 Perhaps it makes no sense to believe all the time in one
 Little by little it became darker fabric
 As the noise of the broken window
 Something opened his eyes after a moment of doom but
 In view of the three must experience trouble
 Again, the wall will highlight Clear
 But minutes from now, in a sweat to scream in delirium
 I can find only smog but ashes on the floor of the castle
 There is nobody to look more, no one left to listen
 But doubt has crept into a third soul
 Forgot your stories, moments sailed extravaganza
 They became like a beast manner masterpieces were lost faith
 Who manages now the theater of shadows
 And what kind of animals in the corners with eyes full of losses
 Faded colors, blurred mask, brush, brush
 If worn through

It smells like a fairy tale
 And the thoughts themselves draw the characters, give birth to the song Dance
 Paint landscapes in different colors
 But will it always the beauty of the web