Текст песни fopek - пустота пространства

in six months will end this whole krutoten
build the area dreamer goes into the shadows
will not be seen the sunset, the sun is great,
but it seems far less

sixteen-towers
but heat will be enough for dozens of
and hundreds of millions of these concrete structures
City engineers have graduated from high school without a triple

this is not about me, I'm not one of them
vanity my voice ringing sounds good
picture attached to the track is made on keen
bitter sweet smell of poison gas burners

filled the void space
sun room in bright red
from the winter of two thousand thirteenth straight into summer
with the wind, time flies, we are all on the same planet

under the same sky, we meet the sunrises, sunsets meet
in the sleeve trump card in his pocket the rest of the salary
mint flavor, go for the high tightrope
do not waste time on the right and guilty conviction
for all the hour of reckoning

and I'm not a damn glad that all the doors are open for me
but there is no freedom of choice, and our mouths are covered
and I want to be against the sales system
resisting to scream, but the rhyme scarce
and it makes no sense to be happy to beat the dishes
and have no desire to spend time with Sue, waiting for the day of judgment
We drowned like kittens, but not to sink our ship
and listen to my whining in this track again tedious
basis of new weaves verses of rhyming units
I trudge out of uni, and the whole world seems to evil
and shame is not that someone is a gesture, who is no
but what a lot of questions, but do not find an answer
You knock on the closed door, say hello
stand up on the doorstep, you will enter, where seven new troubles