Текст песни DRUGиE - Диалектика грязных стен

All the gods of the poor,
All dreams without fire.
Road, roads,
Where are you me?
Stubborn hands
Squeeze butt
The cure for boredom -
Invent a Hell
And to live in it.

Crazy morning
We drown in wine.
It will not be difficult,
It will be for me.

Dialectics dirty walls,
Dialectics dirty walls,
Dialectics dirty walls -
Stupid virus in the blood.
Asking nothing in return,
Asking nothing in return,
Asking nothing in return,
We will drown the city of love.

Two crumpled body
Two crumpled soul ...
You're already done -
Now do not rush.
Two bullets on a breath ..
Two veins - one.
I do not care already,
But quiet drink -
So bitter.