Текст песни ЗБС - Голоса немых

My verse I also take down the roof
Have not heard cones scented fragrance
In the depths of consciousness to ustremyayus lemniscate
Pulses thunder, I probably enough
On his style do not you get the idea
For your membranes let other bleat
Unscramble at least a couple of lines in the correct prostration
Klats-klats Pac family you would not vebatsya
Let's go to the dungeon at the bottom of civilizations
Outside the area of ​​location of various radios
Navarro me for the soul - in the heavens will take into account
A strange time of year here - lacks the sun
I'm fine by a representative of a large delegation
in short, an organization of nations obebannyh
comes up a lot in my life - few remains
Strange relationship - lack of sun
The whole burnt romance does not deliver
I do not know how many caps, but you will change
He left part of himself prolyapannyh drives
removed all links, phone lists
away from the risk zone or is near
Pillar of consciousness takes the form of an obelisk
Sand clock is ticking
The burden to everyone the right to aspiration

As a young man in search of his Santiago styazi
Like Howard Marks everything in the ointment
As a veteran Kowalski believe in its principles
As Carlos Castaneda, I turn into a bird
As Anton Chigur obsessed to stupor
As Jeff Lebowski I include loafer
How hopeless hopefuls
Whatever today was not, not like before

Voices dumb recognized in dreams
The icy breath of dust hovering close
Black emptiness pulls in depth
Reality or fiction, no more sleep
With a hint of spring something come to life in the chest
Under the MP3 format makes it even three
Wipe glass eyes, I saw in the reflection
The skull is covered with skin in salty mood
Traffic on the bottom harder than the stars
There's to each his own, there is not enough air
The ability to lock perfectly treats
Calm Vakoumé if, in this state forever
Bespetsen one who destroyed all that was before
Strange passes summer - short of hypocrisy
Self-destruction due to good intentions
The degree of destruction of Balaklava measure our
Confident measure off premise charged
Who will change who on earth will smear
Configured to move to the next stage
Call mute has not stop ... gag

As a young man in search of his Santiago styazi
Like Howard Marks everything in the ointment
As a veteran Kowalski believe in its principles
As Carlos Castaneda, I turn into a bird
As Anton Chigur obsessed to stupor
As Jeff Lebowski I include loafer
How hopeless hopefuls
Whatever today was not, not like before

Not like before
time serene
Not like before
With voices polite
Not the same as before, not the same as before
A strange time of year here - what will happen next.