Текст песни пелымский - Глубже времени

I was not born in its time-
this is a joke for thousands of years.
In the right paw of the black snake
there is nothing sensible.
In doorways we drink petrol
fill the night fire
illuminates the shop windows,
Glass break.

About anything. Roaring snowstorm.
You know, they have no end,
all life-crossed bed.
I caught on live bait,
Zywiec.
I was born not of his own volition,
and, in fact, all the prison.
Prisoners of the fences,
clean the dirt karma.

We hide in the bosom of the heart,
that others have not seen the rot,
we could warm up match,
but warmed by other people.
Loneliness illegally
even if the gun to his temple.
I was not born in its time-
this is a joke for thousands of years.