Текст песни VandeЯ - Капкан

That in the evening that in the morning - the same mince;
I understand vaguely - hunt us,
And put us cacks from half-grown walls,
Picky stakes in the pits of financial problems.

Suffocate.

Rice graphic chalk, catching the essence -
It is not good to guess my way.
From ornamental years I sent myself to the slaughter
I appointed myself a stall and put a drone.

Suffocate.

I see again in the shop windows yourself
And hate this face
But it is impossible to escape from it -
These eyes know everything about me,
About who I never became
Steel brackets squeeze whiskey,
That I'm too early tired
And did not deploy a vice cap.