Текст песни Синдром Внезапной Смерти Моментального - Ненавижу окраины города

In the eyes of spilled mercury

And choking pupils

Let's try to sleep

I do not care how much today, these days,

Who did not even return

I hate the outskirts of the city

Their dull houses dot

On the outskirts of the wounded ripped open

And hang on poles are de-energized

Sail of the people someone weaved

The captain ran away with the rats

Surrounded by submarines

Our ship is preparing to fire

From star to star in an instant

Rejecting the external world and the internal

People are looking for the salvation of the human

Yet meryaya time minutes

And in response to the jitter wire

Incomprehensible & quot; yes & quot; from the speaker

I hate the outskirts of the city

Their silence. Panic, panic