NeTak - Мысли вон - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

There's no purpose in life, no fear, and my existence is sour.

I'm just hanging on the vines of thoughts, waiting for the beat.

That beat that will help, that beat that will show.

That I'm that passerby who will prove everything to everyone, that it doesn't matter, that anyone can do it, it's not scary at all.

Thoughts are out there, beyond gravity, at the bottom of abstraction, white-blue space.

A sour tone pours into my head, the phone goes away, and the grace of gentle lines.

In my head, the calm sounds of a secret beach.

This isn't a scam, follow the ringing, and we'll show you.

Hands behind you, pulling you to the bottom, remember, bro, a simple thing.

What's behind you is ballast, a log, turn it into coal, throw it in the furnace.

Look, you're just concentrating, thinking everything through, making a decision, relaxing, distracting yourself, going with friends, hanging out, and shuffling all the options. After that, you abandon the thoughts that were there before, and here it is. it, that very one