Текст песни БезVSTpro-павшие - Город

I'm so tired of you breathe, the town!
I'm so tired of your poison yourself grinning.
Your arms of the ever deadly smog
For me, began with the birth of reference.
Again, losing control of the poisoned body
Mind, if covered by ardent love.
But only because I did not lose consciousness -
That stifles technology, we climb over the gate.

If you want to run - fly.
If you want to fly misalignment.
If you want to become universal wind,
Perception inward turn around.
If you want to whisper the words,
If you want to signal into the distance -
Prepare yourself rasstratit
To feed the billions of stars veil.

The silver-gray spots in the eyes,
And if easier - leaden sleep lumps,
Drops of molten bullets crashed about fear:
The very rare case when one of their hundred.
Let someone was killed here, we do not care:
There will be time - ubyut here someone again.
Only ashes. On the ground, the garden will not happen,
Kohl has even steel bends love.