Текст песни Какой-то чувак - -

And pour in the heart
Slanting rains
And to us from them
Nowhere to hide.
Or maybe here
We are completely aliens.
Or maybe here
We do not belong at all

They will kill us
For the songs.
We will die
For the glory.
We will kill
For the honor.
And maybe themselves.

When the lines no longer climb.
And again, a blank copybook sheet.
In my opinion this time
To get a gun.

A symphony of empty hearts
Empty alleys and transitions
Can't figure out where the laughter is
Where is the sin.
Do not pick up where wheezing
Where is the voice.
And courage has turned
In fear
And anger does not like change.
And let everything turn to dust.
And may I receive forgiveness.

They will kill us
For the songs.
We will die
For fame
We will kill
For the honor
And maybe themselves ...