Текст песни tairyfale - Обо мне

my heart is not worth a penny extra
my thoughts do not fit on a gun shot
my parable subjects suffering personal
my conscience to the incorruptible lines ready

my pride plunges into the depths of insomnia
in my bedroom did not find any excuses
my freedom is something that goes out of fashion
I tell my secrets to passers-by at random

restless, balanced
I hang tags, with mud mix
you terrible, rude, uncultured
although in this you have all been gloomy
we will share valuable advice,
and our words are only allowed in the wind
We have not had and we left
only need to shout something in us trace

we play only on the situation
We do not want to change a single gram, and
where is the pride and where our grace
when he left, the one who had to stay
It can nafig all fine principles
because for them the favorite person,
who are trying to come to terms with us and waiting
the same from us