The calendars fly in the forgotten days,
I scroll through them again.
The pictures of the past are sharper
than the memories of the past days.
There was a place for love.
How to make up with the environment,
where laughter was exchanged for pain,
and conscience is a colored metal.
How to heal people and the world,
where predators breed their pea,
because I'm alone in the battlefield.
I say, but you don't hear me.
I stand in front of you, but you don't see me.
I stretch out my hand, but you hate me.
But I know for sure that everything will be at the end of the tunnel.
I'm in the middle of concrete boxes,
urban noise.
I want to know more,
but there is no zoom function.
I want to be a human among these robots and not change my life.
We are not like gold,
but many are defeated and show lovers.
In words,
they are dispersed,
but in practice,
it became difficult to trust the clones.
Their eyes are sharp,
but in fact,
they are empty.
And yesterday's puppies are on the cart like criminals.
Today everyone wants something from each other.
If a friend calls, it's not easy anymore.
How many erased days,
where the doors are not closed.
How many plans are left, shelves of dusty ideas.
Questions without answers,
a straight line in the verses.
Day changes to night,
I look for myself in these samples.
I say, but you don't hear me.
I stand in front of you, but you don't see me.
I stretch out my hand, but you hate me.
But I know for sure that everything will be at the end of the tunnel.
Love will open doors to your heart.
I don't want to bear losses.
I just believe.
I just believe.
The temple of broken hearts replenishes the numbers.
Love will save the world if we believe.
How sad to do what is not to your liking,
but to your liking.
Go to the salon of a new Porsche,
playing your games.
We are afraid to get lost and somehow it is
scary to live without achieving anything.
Here,
opening my eyes and hiding from the truth,
deceiving myself that life is money.
But although everyone has their own truth.
Someone has it in glasses,
someone has it in plans.
This is an illusion of someone else.
Alive money,
supported by the world and incomprehensible centuries.
Be a bird and fly away from here.
After all,
a cruel life changes the color of the bill.
The voice is full,
because not everything is said.
VMM, Aidar for those who value the truth.
I say, but you don't hear me.
I stand in front of you, but you don't see me.
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