Текст песни REDO - Закат

Seven:
For me, every year - the abyss.
The events in the arms closely.
Say, stuffy and disgusting,
But the place in order to be considered
I'm all shout: "Location!"
From dogs to triple solo - Donor.
And the paper waiting for the Order of Honor.
Dream far. Rap - game!
Here are just playing Portal.
I'm rich. It seemed to you.
Help someone find a few differences from the ordinary, typical
One-bedroom apartments and the railway station.
But also in the sight of the flames, texts, songs, tracks, shadows ...
Ahead of eternity. Alone does not help.
Goals lead to empty halls.
Blown curtain gulp!
Then blacken the shadows with sunset
And the music is no longer the drug for us.
All embellishments spilled, doused with gasoline.
Do not throw the mask!
And in my eyes you are no more than fast food.
Apart as it is, how to drink, Easter
Beginning of the end of all colors.