Текст песни Comapoetic - Манекены

Beige canvas
Fill
Flowers soul
Place livne
Wind breathe
What would not be a mannequin.

They write their lives
Shades of gray
By stencil
Lines of Judge
At work system
Double
Go away from conveyors

Replaced by microcircuits
Heart, other people's rules.

But you did not believe them
Wings as a fan suddenly
Opened and took up

Beige canvas
Fill
Flowers soul
Place livne
Wind breathe
What would not be a mannequin.

You are the creator of your destiny
You are a dreamer, you can do everything.
The neck will give conventions
But freedom to compound through the skin.

You are an artist, let joy and pain
Bare you
Sixters of the conveyor will overlap you

You are the Creator of your destiny, you dreamer
You can do everything. Performances, no one who managed to break you

But you did not believe them
Wings as a fan suddenly
Opened and took up
Rive chains on hands
Ulcers will delay
Sails straighten!

Loneliness and transparent look
On the infinite number of persons
You hung in your own words
As on the Holes, you will not get back -
Not!