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Only Today

I have nothing to do with it
I have nothing to do with it
I have nothing to do with it
I have nothing to do with it
 
And my yesterday is so arrogant, it is hiding under the hood as if someone cares
My tomorrow is so careless, it is constantly varying like the balance of an account
My yesterday calls to my ex'es, my yesterday is curious if we could be friends
It is raving a bit, it does not understand why I opiated
it with its medicine
 
I have nothing to do with it
I have nothing to do with it
 
My tomorrow dances vogue, dances vogue, begs for a friend, begs for many things
Listens to boss instead of the refrain, pays for a couple of drinks to go outside
It does not leave 'seen' under the messages, scrolls the pages of a book
Extinguishes the fires of Amazon with his brothers
My yesterday does not take straws in Coffein
It promises not to be like yesterday, especially on Sundays. It deletes the pics on purpose
Awkwardly tramples, probably haven't found the right words
Are you kidding me, people are failing for arrangements
In slow steps, with pants that were ironed over the crease
An arrogant philistine decorated with an implant
Easily flirts, easily leaves
My tomorrow does not have whiskey in the backstage
 
Something between yesterday and tomorrow
Somewhere between yesterday and tomorrow
Something between yesterday and tomorrow
Somewhere between yesterday and tomorrow
 
[Priedainis]
And I have nothing to do with it (I'm only today)
And I have nothing to do with it (I'm only today)
And I have nothing to do with it (I'm only today)
 
Yesterday wrote this text, tomorrow genuinely dislikes it
Not mine, not for me, I don't need it, I don't want it, I don't see it
Yesterday wrote this text, tomorrow genuinely dislikes it
Not mine, not for me, I don't need it, I don't want it, I don't see it
Yesterday wrote this text, tomorrow genuinely dislikes it
Not mine, not for me, I don't need it, I don't want it, I don't see it
 

Behind Three doors

In the ashtray
There is still room left for cigarette butts
Some room left for attraction
A smile to a picture
In the ashtray
There is still room left for cigarette butts
Some room left for attraction
A smile to a picture
 
To picture, to attraction
To adventure, to doubting of words, do you still believe?
To see off
To search for the edge of the wolrd, leave it behind the door
With spoiled thoughts climbing the walls
They remained under the shirt useless
We will open the windows at night
I don't know, maybe it's about the same thing
Probably not today
Most likely, not
I felt her between my fingers
And anyway, it will not be a surprise
Probably not today
Most likely, not
I saw her near
And it won't be the first time
Probably not today
(Probably not today)
I felt her between my fingers
And anyway, it will not be a surprise
Probably not today
Most likely, not
I saw her near
And it won't be the first time
 
Behind the door, behind the walls, behind the image
Behind the panel, the filters and the whims
It will not get boring to look at one
It is not boring to look at one
For 'I don't want', 'I can't', 'I hate'
I will come back as the next, with an exhaustive tone
It seems that it's not getting boring to look at the one [person]
 
It's not that bright behind three doors
You are such a person behind three doors
It's not that bright behind three doors
You are such a person behind three doors
 
In the ashtray
There is still room left for cigarette butts
Some room left for attraction
A smile to a picture
In the ashtray
There is still room left for cigarette butts
Some room left for attraction
A smile to a picture
 

Please translate to me the world

We said too loudly. We never not said.
Chaos. Silence. Let it drown. Come on.
We are too much. Never have been.
 
We had have. Don't need. We don't have. Had lack.
When schizophrenia only in mind. And silently.
We are heroes silent. Heroes. Morons.
Names in the sub- titles. Nightly shame.
Everything will end - only you will smoke the last.
We said too loudly. We never not said.
Chaos. Silence. Let it drown. Come on.
We are too much. Neve have been.
We had have. Don't need. We don't have. Had lack.
When shizophrenia only in mind. And silently.
We are heroes silent. Heroes. Morons.
Names in the sub- titles. Nightly shame.
Everything will end - just will smoke.
 
Please translate to me world, it will be our.
It will be our. Secret.
I don't need it to me yet.
In my evening. Neverthless will rain.
 
We're waiting. Condemning. Forgetting. Let give.
Serenity - don't need. Fortune - fuck it.
So you, what are you do, you choosing the path.
As I only those songs and the strophes of them
Without them - nothing. Near them - blameless
Diseased genius, fucking analphabet
Let's greet each other - we are same
Yes. And you good looking.
 
Please translate to me world, it will be our.
It will be our. Secret.
 
Three minutes without oxygen, three days without air
Dusty piano yet will play in minor
Will play of dishonest, saint sin
For you to paradise, to me I doubt - detail
Wisdom shutting up the mouths, shreding the ears
They want to be happy, but lack of the money
She talks, happiness. Black - eyed fortune.
We said too loudly. We never have not said.
 
Please translate to me world, it will be our.
It will be our. Secret.
I don't need it to me yet.
In my evening. Neverthless will rain.