Текст песни The Air of Hiroshima - Территория

To someone, the rose hip will seem roses,
And roses will no longer please the eye.
I lived and thought it didn't matter.
Now, reality is looking point blank.

Be honest!
Everyone is waiting for the sale of dreams.
We are stuck together in this mud
complex developed among the ignoramuses.

Territory only as a condition.
We confuse the walls of the house with the bottom.
She is the most, but only by distance,
Remaining as a dirty lump.

From above they shout to us about wealth
laughing contradictory in our faces.
But not you and I brought to ruins.
Our fathers and fathers of their fathers.

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