Текст песни sonic death - Дорога 21

Either your canvas - a self-portrait,
After all, you - it's me;
Any word - this is the answer,
After all, you - it's me.
And if you're invisible among the seven heavens,
That someone will notice me?

And your square has no corners,
And virtue - as sin;
Your poems are deprived of all the words
And hatred - laughter.
And do you sleep at night with the death of his
And you're happiest.

And you always go back,
After all, you - sir;
Do you like water, you live down
But you - sir;
And when I was small, you taught me their
Road twenty-one.

Your eyes - like ashes;
You see only what is.
Your eyes - like ash,
You see only what is.
I never caught the moon in the river arm,
But I would be honored.

On the twenty-first highway there is much that is not here;
On the twenty-first highway there is much that is not here;
I would be happy to live there, but my heart
It smells like Nevsky Prospekt.