Текст песни голос в подъезде - они

They - a lump in the throat,
Burning a spark inside the forest.
I was among them, as the Beetle in the Anthill.
They tolerate promote violence,
They spend an empty life, but appreciate the moment.

They - the cause of the first children's tears,
icy wave washed over the side of the ship.
their speech is as sweet as the language of the pip.
in their hearts heat at the end of November.

They - a terrible pain in the head,
Smolny clouds striking the thunder,
traders know the value of love.
they - your way to the madhouse
animals who call themselves human beings.

they are - a drop of oil in my tiny lake:
poison, destroy, and then starts laughing.
Spine is they laugh
throw stones at those who do not like the others.

They value life,
every now and then so denigrated curse.
tirelessly. always. they - under-eye circles.
they - those rusty screws and parts,
which not only die,
but also kill others.

They swear and shout at night,
They fired from all guns,
they put an end to the beginning.

they are beaten,
they are beaten,
they are beaten,

and once beaten, then people ...