Текст песни Джазаа - За Гранью Реального

Out of my head, I beg you
 Techniques like in martial arts, what's that noise
 Passing the "hello" white veil Spring
 It Mota time ago that someone had retreated.

 Such great happiness size of Burj Khalifa
 But I understand, that's all clinic
 and wedges so that there is no reason for obdumy
 And if I desert -Don't cold

 And there poprovodam throw Online: "I miss you"
 Shaking from the archives of sadness mp3 files
 You clothe my clothes and go the way
 Where choked Faith in God yaronyryaya

 Who is he? and where there will dream
 My A4, yours - are not doomed
 my ink costs -dovodyat to disruption
 your lack of stupid ryadom- spoil my dreams

 Morning starts with 3eh cigarettes at a time
 and periods where we play for show
 in my script page 1001
 I would have told you why it is so bad sleep

 As despair drown nerves and crushes the soul
 My shortness of breath underwater in search of all the land
 Breathe deeply, cross your fingers
 As a psychopath and yelling "Just not break me!"

 I'm just an echo of time
 I have forgotten and erased from memory
 let your thoughts be lost,
 in fact better than apathy, forgetfulness
 I as if has nothing to lose
 everything is forgotten and I forget
 Black night, white fan
 without you I, alas, choking
 The solution was in the crowd of gray dust.
 I hurt? I'm sorry, accidentally
 the air smells of the storm and satire
 I hide behind a side of real

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