Текст песни Улица свободы - Конгломерат

The missing thing - writes poems.
I never knew how and could not, I think.
Funny, incomplete, low.
Para chi-vasu is a hopelessness of young man.
What is love? What kind of sadness?
Some completely beaten stamps.
And there, "where the lonely candle is burning"
(luminiscent lamp),
where the poster is glued to the wallpaper
And the smell of perfumes like mom,
Conglomerate poured into the notebook
All lyrics of the school program.