Текст песни SimplePlaton - Старики

This city
From it all dried up inside
fussy people
fussy days
In the eternal rush gray crowd
Do not see your hands
Asking from the pockets of pennies,
Bent under the weight of an indifferent country
Only they are not subject to
Quick change of the times
They have already experienced
Old men...
They see the lights go out
In the hearts of the youth
No more pity
Odious faces
They look calm
escorted passers
And inside it is so clearly
"I have no one to help"

I do not believe in Jesus Christ
I do not believe that my karma clean
I do not believe that old age will be easy
I do not believe, because until it is far