Текст песни The Emptiness Of Thought - TEOT - Над пропастью во ржи

Good intention lays a path to Paradise,
Where they will provide everyone with mental neutrality.
The path to the kindergarten runs on a tiled road,
Where is the native smell of the dentist and bleach.

Nausea is brewing with boiling tar.
The cities ached like a thundering crowd.
There are no answers to good questions,
When my mind turned into a tight gas mask

Coated nostrils with tobacco, comprehend
Serpentine movements of frozen shadows.
Closing the curtains of the eyelids, go to sleep
In the interference of TV air.

And if someone called someone
Through thick rye
And someone hugged someone,
What will you take from him?
And what a concern to us,
If at the border
Kissing someone with someone
In the evening in the rye?

Flying over the fire of your head
Wiggle their brains in anticipation of water.
By the volume of your lungs, prepare a stock:
Airy and verbal.

Nausea is brewing with boiling tar.
Words live with a red-hot pistol in a holster.
In the children's world with a machine gun in the top voice of rye,
If you caught someone in the rye tonight!

Coated nostrils with tobacco, comprehend
Serpentine movements of frozen shadows.
Closing the curtains of the eyelids, go to sleep
In the interference of TV air.

And if someone called someone
Through thick rye
And someone hugged someone,
What will you take from him?
And what a concern to us,
If at the border
Kissing someone with someone
In the evening in the rye?