Текст песни Один Панк - Морды

On the painted muzzles of hopeless people,
Their eyes breathe death and pity for their days,
Amoral species and legal ambitions
It would be necessary to kill for erasing from the face!

On silent faces unlimited success
Hugging with hands, rolling between all,
Their feelings are fragile as they themselves,
You do not believe them say you look at them!

On indifferent skin, inhabited life,
Power, turnover and jumping up
The state of disbelief and space bluff,
Approval in society and you are best!

And what remains for me and so my gaze,
Point of view is swept, and be such an enemy,
Crazy seed alone and forever screaming
About what I see you on through, this is probably my misfortune!