Текст песни Фиолетовая Ворона - К Истине Из Тины

live life in search of truth
as the marsh snail that scorches the sky from the mire
in the morning I wake up with sour
Pour into a mug of coffee to wake up half
and understanding the rudiments of form my opinion
but since there is no mind, we squander generation
they like to read but do not like to read
revere Jesus forgetting his teaching
and search for the truth many times I fell
but not happiness I ate carrion hawala
and seeing unhappiness asked Yasha is not necessary
but he did not answer a non-existent bitch
You can begin to throw stones at me
I'm an atheist and a blasphemer because the Lord is with you
and me just shit you donated
but I can change me, and you yourself

the truth and the meaning of which is lost
and remember how earlier in the night and day looking for
We searched all the attics and basements
but they come across a mountain calla

this proceeding went into reading
by leaving in protest for peace
Alcoholism is not a protest but a confluence of circumstances
He did and never will lead to enlightenment
and I'm still looking for at least some sense
It echoes through the maze of numbers and Pelevin
while dancing naked in the snow and clear
I'm struggling with humanity thoughts
We seize the dolphins and feed the offspring
I pulled out of the mire but at Hooley confusing
because everything in this world is a single point
it's time to throw away and it is very urgent
trains planes cruise liners
but in any way pursue spammers
a pair of links and you're dead to hell
but in general the mind of humanity, you are traitors

the truth and the meaning of which is lost
and remember how earlier in the night and day looking for
We searched all the attics and basements
but they come across a mountain calla