Текст песни Гитарин - Немой протест

Snow, under a thin crust of ice
Frozen city. Irreversible.
Is There. Now and always,
Link up the wires.
Hey Sister!

God will not give a pig will not eat.
And this is my silent protest,
My cross, my hope for good luck.
You say here is so good for us,
But I through the hole of the hood,
Everything seems distinctly different ...
Distinctly different.

Light through the cracks of heavy curtains,
And the dark hallway of your apartment,
Strikes and destroys the fragile ice,
Crystal brittle ice
War and peace.

God will not give a pig will not eat.
And this is my silent protest,
My cross, my hope for good luck.
You say here is so good for us,
But I through the hole of the hood,
Everything seems distinctly different.

You say here is so good for us,
But I through the hole of the hood,
Everything seems distinctly different.