Текст песни L'Paradise - Потерянный рай

I - a lone sound of life - a game for two
I have to run around no hands, people simply surgeon
Those words that I like a scalpel County - Feather
Soul cut as "fallen asteroids" I stand behind the wall
and the fragments back to go home. Look, what is given
after the death of cinema, to "repite" repeat all zanogo
will be replaced by a picture of exams, new, best,
there you'll find that there is no running back, it's just a passion
and that you then froze
How many would not have been the way to the ideal lying over the abyss
shame and mroda all so pompous broad Frix and blades
your paradise - "Pompeii" path not escape
It's time to come up with their own world, the world of concrete boxes
where each will create the pretext ideal to slavery
all will give a crown, and no matter how much blood
every so happy seeing themselves on a gondola on the sea
that will soon sink.
For false money so a lot of pain, a lot of libido say "what is it?" we have two roads, a hermit to get to heaven on the above, only the second road stall where thousands of mindless zombies will cover a cap or lid, the last "a thousand" pay to pay for life, surviving on food.