Текст песни Телефон Доверия - Мы не верим

We do not believe in the bitter smoke, broken in the wind
But we say everywhere that the cherish soul
Equally stand on the threshold of light,
Ensuct the ears equally for darkness
TV will generate food
Phones are tied up
With each morning we are kinder and cleaner
Well, I would be a little worse
Confused the needle and went to the world
Make a stack
Waking up on the floor, believe the commander,
What are you talking and grate into the box
Focusing on the winter sun
And forecasts of Hydrometeo-service
I am a cravings with a cross
And inhale the smell of friendship from the sky
I am an asslessing naked and loaf
Whispering gently wise inner voice
Here and the morning is finally Monday
And where to run from damn strips
Someone wants to be a bit closer
For me they are rows of decorations
With each morning we are kinder and quieter,
Well, I would be a second ovation
Appeal to the laws of nature
Can only here and ride
We are with you the same breed
Began to look for differences enough