Текст песни Блуждающий Лес - Жизнь мертвецов

Apartments, houses are our graves,
Beds, sofas are our coffins
We think we are still alive
But this is not so, unambiguously, alas.

We die from the moment we are born
Our whole life is death
Everything is initially forgotten
And thoughts and feelings, and a carrot, and a whip.

The door was opened and dawn came.
The dead man is eating an omelet at the table.
Swallows the news of the morning papers
To find out the weather, he climbs the Internet.

Life of the dead, life of zombies
Asshole life ..

The corpse will wash the body, wrap it in clothes.
Reluctantly, he will skilfully trample on business.
Study and work, career growth and summer residence,
Holidays, vomit, and why else-

In the life of the dead, in the life of zombies,
In the life of assholes ..

Life of the dead, life of zombies
Asshole life ..