Текст песни черная экономика подсознание
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Подсознание свои игры играет,
Меня опять перекрывает,
Подсознание свои игры играет,
Меня опять перекрывает,
Подсознание свои игры играет,
Меня опять перекрывает.
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Our thoughts can not be measured in numbers
Does not happen , that all was quiet in the head ,
Naebyvaet mind sometimes goes too far too ,
Like a young boy , and already fucking affairs ,
In the head shumishka ,
After all, you do not smoke only sizhki ,
Shortness of this life often comes on the heels ,
With no subconscious mazy chopped hide and seek ,
Difficult for those who are on the headstock is an avid ,
Sugar is sweet only to those who live by these rules ,
Those who do not need a lot to get better ,
The bad news is the soul wounded ,
These words you can not be measured in grains
Faded into the past our pure reason ,
Like poison gas,
And this world is ruled filth ,
My brain wash the toilet ,
What I mean is that it does not wash off the mud ,
Flowers will not stand forever in a vase,
Will not ever smell
Do not have time even to gasp - they wither ,
Clouds sky pulled ,
But life goes on,
Yes, there is a lot of falsehood ,
One big mess ,
But disentangle it - your task ,
Country of manufacture, the one that called the Russia .
In short , my mind fuck Stoch ,
It should help me if very difficult ,
But he grasped the side effect
From this fucked up life the way
My mind fuck trea .
Subconscious plays their games ,
Me again overlaps ,
Subconscious plays their games ,
Me again overlaps ,
Subconscious plays their games ,
Me again overlaps .
Tolley it has been,
Tolley first time ,
Perhaps someone with the same
Perhaps with me
And I owe something clobbered if by rote ,
And he shocked in quiet that flies out of my mouth ,
And so dohrena everything I almost empty
You could not help thinking , yes , let them! ..
Indeed , the campaign , all the time
Dialogue with himself ,
And maybe I was silent a long time ago ! ..
Climbs to head off future, the past - all the same ,
And I no longer distinguish
Reality with a dream ,
Wow wow, subconscious kneading,
Lifelong until the curtain fell ,
subconscious solve
For us ,
subconscious batch
Meat .
Throws me , boy,
Then cold , then hot,
And the shower is turned inside out ! ..
And to think - all invented,
Someone's head ,
In my many thoughts that
Not the whole world ! ..
And I do not know , there will be
Explosion or silence
Our fate hike over resolved
When my brain goes voice resource
If you like a puppet on the ropes shaking ,
Hmm,
Something is wrong here ,
Something is not clean,
But our thoughts
really
Can not be measured in numbers ! ..
And I laugh fucking
But it is not funny ,
And this fucking laugh
Some lingering,
And it is from the heart words , do not know whether it makes sense to them whether
Bro, I was again pereklinilo .
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