Текст песни Дзядевич Даниил - Твой Выбор

Verse 1:
One puff of thought
The second - an inspiration
And so over and over again
Everything goes into oblivion
Leaving years
Taking days
And still on the street
Burning Lights
An evening walk
In order cases
I go watching
Motion of bodies
Half-drunk,
Half-empty,
They all can be
They dried out brains.
Youngsters with beer
Get out of the clubs
Sit down for a taxi
And come back in a circle
This system of life
It can not be avoided
It can not kill
And it can not be broken
Since this can be
As soon accept
Do not let others
The question itself
People see only what
They want to, not noticing
As we have those lovely
And good kittens
That we were born
In light of this mortal coil
Alas, my friend,
There is no alternative.
Chorus:
Himself talk cheer
Sit down on the oak tree in the lotus position and offered
High, where there has never been
Neither liberal nor a Neformal
Where they do not steal and do not kill
Where only allowed near to my favorites
Democracy and paradise - it's your choice
So choose: D
Verse 2:
Stress and passed nerves
Get writing
Create, play,
Thinking, writing.
Ridiculous thoughts
Climb to the head quickly
Forcing yourself to feel
Very sweet.
Night City Lights
With altitude
They probably look
Even very cool
I wish I could
Although used once
Fly away
From the enraged masses
Far away from here
From the fuss
There without you
Where you are not bound
On a lonely island
Where not count the days
Where the bright blue flame
Burning lights
Where endless sea
Measure not
as we used to in kilometers
And in Years
What is not familiar, right?
After all, you are not able to
Leave the house mother
Away from the bustle.
Chorus:
Himself talk cheer
Sit down on the oak tree in the lotus position and offered
High, where there has never been
Neither liberal nor a Neformal
Where they do not steal and do not kill
Where only allowed near to my favorites
Democracy and paradise - it's your choice
So choose: D
Verse 3:
On the earthen embankment
Your point of view
It has long set
Tombstone contempt
In the city you're nobody, man
Believe me,
You're just a grain of sand,
And not a beast
Meet on clothes
And escorted to the mind
It's all just a lie
Do not trust anyone
Today you Prince
Tomorrow someone else
Vtopchet your feet in the mud
And you say: & quot; Home! & Quot;
Chorus:
Himself talk cheer
Sit down on the oak tree in the lotus position and offered
High, where there has never been
Neither liberal nor a Neformal
Where they do not steal and do not kill
Where only allowed near to my favorites
Democracy and paradise - it's your choice
So choose: D