Текст песни Марки - Небо плачущей осени

No, your world is not perfect - look around,
Listen, what they say, be quiet and humble.
Arm is uncomplicated flair
And the protection of the most flagrant gut.

Beating the ego in us and pragmatism,
Superstitious look and dogmatism,
Trendy lifestyle so cynical.

Chorus.
Turn away from me, I will build a wall of your desires.
In the sky crying fall reflection of your efforts.

We - the mass without a will with a false destiny,
Fresh sheep are a.
Slaughterhouses government, the media and the courts
Let us turn means easy.

Imitating the values ​​of enemies
Everything is decided by the power of the kulaks.
Instinctively we breathe and fetus