Текст песни сам сделал мелодию - афон

The remnants of the past dust to the bottom,
Look at what’s going on behind you.
You draw conclusions before you say something
Do not put your hand in the water if you cannot swim.
Yes, there are those guys who threw muzzles,
One of them slowly fades away
There are rules, there is what you live.
Yes, do not betray what you sow - you will take.
And do not set yourself the goal to swim across the ocean,
And I know there is no cure for pain.
In a world of emptiness, faceless apartments,
I alone cope with the world of that, that silence.
I raise my hands, cognitive palms up,
As if at the word they became mercantile under the parish