Оригинален текст
I am what I sing
Genius steal, they borrow
Still it spreads no meaning
Riffing yet lacking that flow
I'Ђ™ll never get old
Sniffing minus ions
My old tactic is called:
The comfort of illusions
They shouldn'Ђ™t try
Nor even dare
'Ђ
I am what I sing
Genius steal, they borrow
Still it spreads no meaning
Riffing yet lacking that flow
I'Ђ™ll never get old
Sniffing minus ions
My old tactic is called:
The comfort of illusions
They shouldn'Ђ™t try
Nor even dare
'Ђ