Текст песни ВАНТУЗ - АВТОПОРТРЕТ

If love did not throw
If not betray trust
Because something draws
Keep a pencil
Colorful paintings
From that crazy
Revive a new rhythm
Musical writing
The strings of the heart hurts
Melodic beat and bass
What's playing on repeat
Continuously hour
I sit and compose
What's all over I do not know
Slowly and gradually
These lines add
Do not bother
January February there behind
I see in May
Yamba drowning in the sea Sheet Music
Do not cling to the edge
Nope design from the style
What takes place hundreds of miles
Ignition on the road
Cheerful wick
Wheels spinning in circles
The ball counterclockwise
And the pursuit of this world
Always only a
I understand that now draw?
This is my self-portrait
It turns out beautifully
As the sun gives light

It turns out beautifully
This Star
Only the light will see it
On Earth, through the years
While the microscope
Someone looking at the microbe
What is singing from the cradle
And to his own coffin
I do not know anything
I'm sorry I lied
There is nothing I would not do
If I did not know anything
Tools with words
They are moving together in the stream
My art and dance
Infect biotoki
I lay on the river bottom
According to the water network around
Fish fishermen
We have not caught the children
Who does not understand simple
And for that I will not take revenge
Sometimes his resentment
It is very difficult to let go
Impossible
I swim like the waves
The subconscious dictates
But I write itself
I play with words
In the infinite ocean
But suddenly I wake up
Again, in a small glass

But back to wake up
He says the rise of the soul
For this I am again
I live from day to day
For the sake of fame and a gain
For the sake of money and prizes
I never would have spent
So many hours of life
I do not succeeded grin smile
I do not spread the two wings
If only popiarit
Myself, my goal was
Not given to understand
Those who can not hear a whisper
That which everything
And within a living breathing
This is done by actors
This is done by singers
This is done free
These creators
Awesome meal deliveries
Decorates the first sound
And live the umbilical cord
Cut the fingers
Again, the word was born
And let the glory of living
After all, it is his crown
Inherit by right
Life, alas brief moment
And for the final titles
I finished this verse
I drew myself

Before mnoyLezhit leaf
On that piece of paper is only a couple of lines