Текст песни Max M8 - 08.Чушь

1st verse:
Who has the answers changed the flame on the ashes
In this ghostly light is not seen even one-third of
If you have not noticed Motel as a film resin cassettes
Donated his archive to the vital relay
The thought in the pursuit of the truth catches up with the goal
Curved path hides its shadow
As delirious showdown of the sleeve
The brain takes the right - in memory failure
Way confused Large groups
Mutual responsibility tied to each other
Roughly horde - scared to death
Gathering tumbled as the sound of the pipes
Older news faded colors
The limits of speed - people in masks
I showed thirst safely
Nobody likes the truth - everyone loves a fairy tale

2nd verse:
Who decides what is in this small bowl
Whether you're in shock or severely worn out
No one knows whose trump card in the deck
Those who follow fashion and who is the victim of parodies
And whose principle on the code that we find in this
For each step up thirsty all
Can you give up laziness, as if in a ditch on a roll
And the breaking of the will is familiar to the pain
There are no rules here all their roles
And a lot of stories to them as if echoes
This verse of the light that night follows day
In the city where no single dotting
Sometimes the truth to pieces just to have enough urine
If only enough urine
There counterfeiting better,
Someone had used to listen to nonsense
Someone used to listen to nonsense