Kali - Sentymentalnie

Looking for myself by the moon I think
In the sea of ​​stars I look for my haven
I want confessions, hardly anyone understands me
Only this card knows how to listen, no one else knows what I feel
I care too much, a lot of luck with the chance
Will you accept me when others despise it?
I feel pressure when I close a session
Blood drips from the parchment, letters cut into meat bites
This rhythm is my heart, I would wind phrases even in a holter watch
I'm not myself, I really don't know
But I will cut out those aspects and uncover the core
The tree has grown up, the crown gives shade
I lean back and look at the sky, melancholy intoxicates me
An artificial hologram, indeed beautiful indeed
I would have believed it if it weren't for the cosmic roots
Sometimes I am silent, sometimes I scream suddenly
The phlegmatic and the choleric are engaged in a senseless struggle
Where are these people, sentimental people?
Their imperfect bodies bind them somewhere, they live in hardship


I would like to save the world, but can I do it myself?
Sometimes, like a dandelion, I break apart and cry
On the swing, I'm always tearing something apart, then I'm looking at how to glue it together
Although I regret my actions, I curse the world I look at
Do I mean something? Is it just morals and punches?
Do you look in my eyes when I dance with you?
Can you see my gold or my insides under this shit?
To be and have an eternal turbulent romance
Hajs follows respect or respect follows hajs?
I have to give myself a chance to come, not run
Like private Ryan, I miss the ghost villa
There for the green mile real, not like nylon
Poetry flows through every vein, I'm not a rapper
Like ambrosia feeds you not only with salt, bread
This rotten soil, like thoughts, I want to heal
Because only children are fragile, only children


They tell me I'm weird, I feel like an Alien myself
With family without family, but nice photos
I can't be myself in front of them, shy compere
Always the black sheep, suddenly they want permanent coverage
When I'm on the road, I feel alive to the horizon
Suddenly, a dear stepson with a niche wailing wall
Why do they write about us like that, if we are gentle?
They keep destroying us like the stimulants of this world
Neither the last nor the first on your ears
Many have ripped out the heart, many have not let you find it
I prefer to knock on wood and throw it away in time
Words full of pain that I don't want to come back to me
You'll be humming it when you stop to feel it
Like tears to the eyes I flow quite gently
Dedicated to you man on the slope
Kali, Gibbs Sentimentally