Текст песни Электрические Партизаны - Подземное время

I'm so tired of tripping over someone else's doorstep
Reading the numbers in a dream stale alarms
But I'm not old, not new, not good, not evil
In what land will find its cultural layer?
In a wall, new doors?
Will there be enough life to someone's death measure
But the silence in the mirror - a gray-haired bride
Why go if you can not budge
Where do you fly, underground time
The forgotten name on the dirty wall?
At one side of my family, my tribe
Say, I live here? or I'm not here?
And I have the whole night - it tastes bitter
And meek as tears in the eyes of the old man
All anchor on the shore, and in the sky paddle
Where underground river brought me?
Where the ship sailed away, because on it are fools?
Where did the children, because the fathers are dead?
And if in this darkness you going away
Check which side wearing medal
Where do you fly, while underground
The forgotten name on the dirty wall?
At one side of my family, my tribe
Say, I live here? or I'm not here?
Monument to the body or blank sheet of paper
More importantly the taste of bread smell just mash
But the links of a chain, we turn off the light
Tomb V.I.P. or portrait of the museum?
Heroes sketched the contours of the glorious deeds
The truth is only one, and how many dead bodies
Another Black Square, and canvas for wall
What an absurd end to a wonderful dream ...
Where do you fly, while underground
The forgotten name on the dirty wall?
At one side of my family, my tribe
Say, I live here? or I'm not here?