Текст песни Триада - Нечего Терять

Nothing to lose , not what to believe ,
Somewhere zateryanyVyhoda last door. scraps of paper
Fill the empty streets ,
The flash of hatred
We have to squint !
Nothing to lose,
Not what to believe ,
when are lost
The last exit door !
At the bottom of the empty karmanov-
A pinch of hope! How premature
His ears hysterical ston-
Maybe it was a dream ! ..

truisms
From the ruins of Palestine - hard as wine,
Invigorates adrenaline back !
A new wind is blowing ,
From the ashes of old idols etim.Raznosit
Stale world!
Lear sdohla-
Many on all long fuck !
By the last breath
Nobody podneset glass of water !
burned mechty-
Empty show-off ,
Trivia, Feint !
Bastards muddy the waters , Dig ditches !
Extinguish sparks soul-
Morality is the weight of calves !
Say ,
And when was the last time
Realize that you are - scum ?!
Itself not kras-
Everyone wants to relish
To live and not to divide ,
Do not fall into the swamp underground games
From the comfort of his kennel ,
But this is only dreams !
bro,
Where everything goes ?!
I would like to move back !
icon laments
of the projectile
Eyes grow heavy ...
Eyes ...

Nothing to lose,
Not what to believe ,
Somewhere lost
Last exit door !
scraps of paper
Fill the empty streets ,
The flash of hatred
We have to squint !

Nothing to lose,
Not what to believe ,
when are lost
The last exit door !
At the bottom of the empty karmanov-
A pinch of hope!
as premature
His ears hysterical ston-
Maybe it was a dream ! ..

I walk into the old room-
Dark and dumb in there!
Under the ceiling ogromnymi-
Window with bars cold !
Have not felt such freedom I !
Shudder from the hustle open windows ,
I sit down on kortochki-
On the floor mount old newspapers ,
From the candle flame bizarre dancing silhouette,
Portraits on the walls of those
Whose song speta-
Real poets,
Face - like an excuse for the story !
Huddled against the wind ,
I was experiencing difficulties in meters,
Hiding somewhere in the ghetto
Brain fear!
The pendulum in the corner making a new dimension ,
His ears - dumb acapella !
See my same body
Under a pile of photos
I start to understand them in strahe-
The fate of the presidents ,
generals ,
Awnings patents small people
From time backward ,
Hundreds of tired eyes ,
personalities ,
Blood -events
Forever new , already old ...
Get to audio cassettes
...
By The Way,
Thousands of these tunes
Playing from behind,
I hear a voice:
\ & quot; Maybe you sit ? \ & quot; ...
As the troops on parade
Walk to the table,
I do not know for some reason
Reaching the trunk of a cold ...
Horrified throw back! ..
\ " What unpleasant ?!
Let's start popyatno-
Life - a movie,
Destiny - spindle
Good luck only spots !
Who needs your confession? ! -
curses ,
Spells ,
knowledge,
What povestvovaniya-
Here are thousands - are enemies !
Here are two - the brother !
You do not even need a mother !
And the table
In the face of the barrel
Lies your decision ,
Heart burns with indignation ,
Contempt !
But I'm close to obedience ! -
Kneeling , do sign of the cross ! " /
Feather grasping ,
Straining to Cod lived ,
Acrylic and take a piece of paper ,
Dropping letters into curves , drops of water
Another saga - new lines ,
The same as I alone ,
Without putting points
Splashing in the chain is
That rips to shreds from the inside !
And I believe - this is just the flowers !
Under-eye circles,
In the glowing light of dawn -
jump ,
Waking from a dream !
Around the darkness !
Take a sip of wine,
light comprising
notice
On the table are two sheets of their sleep ! ..
Sleep ! ..
In my dream !
Nothing to lose,
Not what to believe ,
Somewhere lost
Last exit door !
scraps of paper
Fill the empty streets ,
The flash of hatred
We have to squint !
Nothing to lose,
Not what to believe ,
when are lost
The last exit door !
At the bottom of the empty karmanov-
A pinch of hope!
as premature
His ears hysterical ston-