Текст песни Александр Кривенко - Исчерпала себя моя плоть

My flesh has run its course,
but from the flame - fuel to the fire ...
Unable to pierce the palm,
If this dead hand.

If spots are burning from the belt,
a layer of understanding to deduce "no" ...
In the social ignorance of the day -
It is the edible response.

This mess in my pot
too salty someone for a long time.
And the needle in his hand blackened
conceals cross my canvas ...

Oh, evil thoughts of the mind,
you eternally Copts minds!
Where there is truth, there is deception ...
And - alas! - There is no love without scrip.

That would take - to exceed the plan:
every creature - a pair of hearts,
that the storm did not climb into a glass,
soul to be saved at last ...

To one who to mouth,
He talked to himself.
So that at least something was born in her eyes
to prove that - live!

Who said that the soul is dead,
that culture rolled the hell ?!
That's all - from an excess of heat,
what we lack!