Текст песни Мира Край - Социальный диагноз

The curved surface of the virtual strike
Subliminal force destroys brain
Once again, a movement outside of space, with no hope of success
Only the sun, snow and wind, abstract concepts

Being my table-like anarchic system
As the smoky sky fell on me again
In his new life tomb stars no longer shine
My heart is not moaning, but the idea did not call

R: So social diagnosis put to me
Social diagnosis put the country
Social diagnosis put the world
Bravely dropping the door to the toilet
With kind eyes set target
To appease us, we all have goals
Running, but crawling on the threshold of the light phase
Your words are a phrase for us
Cry quietly sit on the sidelines
Happiness instant black-and-white film
Smoke without fire, so a boat without oars
The bright memory of those killed springs!

Ceramic wall silicone filling
Degassed thought, indifferent body
And burned pages and well-groomed face
An appeal to concrete results did not give

ideologies mechanism postulates extrasystemic
Twisted designs, destructive hundreds of hands
As word has long faded after various relaxations
After various selections, I hear only the sound of the heart

R: