Текст песни Адаптация - Небо

Damp walls
A ceiling that doesn't look like the sky.
The air smells like plastic.
Nothing is visible beyond the broken window.
At night
The population has nightmares, serials.
Stars,
They also sweat and fall head downward.
In the morning
All of you go to work again ...
Seven days a week,
Without the right to rest and without respite.
People -
They are like ships
And each has its own home port.
Years,
Like worms, they crawl, burying memories
Into the ground.
Fill our pockets with humus.
At the crossing, remember
Those who became silence in a brutal field ...

Childhood -
It was like this
That now you can't tell today's bitches -
Nobody will believe, and who needs it ...
Photo,
Where you are three years old
And next to my mother, -
Do you remember?
Well, say at least a word, but rather be silent - it is necessary.
School -
Ten years from bell to bell
And the last one was like a signal
That you've already been kicked in the ass, -
Go and walk
Plenty
On a wide expanse
And all the horizons seemed
Nearby,
And even there was someone who became your brother ...

Sky -
They lynched the sky
They lynched the sky
They lynched the sky ...

Silly
Talk about
Is rock and roll alive or not
I don't give a fuck
And it makes life a little easier
Without loading further,
Watching how some share the dough,
Others believe
That you can bring something back ...
And it hurts me to see
This drunkenness, this shit, these boring faces of the people
Nearby,
Every day, realizing
that they won't wake up ...
Late
Talking about love after a thousand years of selfless shame
Worshiping the rubbish that rose from the black dust

Sky -
They lynched the sky
They lynched the sky
They lynched the sky ...

Somewhere
On a distant planet
Probably there is still someone who remembers
Time,
Of which there is nothing left here.
It's a pity -
Although you want to be sorry, and for what,
If it happens,
That they ended up fucking themselves.
We cry
Sometimes we even groan, but if we have the audacity,
Then we ask
Because they don't take this by force, -
Happiness,
Everyone wants his own indispensable happiness, -
Of course, for nothing
But the fact is that this has never happened here.

Sky -
Always lynched the sky
Always lynched the sky
Always lynched the sky ...

True,
It is either there or not, -
Get used to staying whole
In spite of everything, - let the angry dogs howl, -
Remember:
Not everything is for sale here, but everything has a price.
Tomorrow
Nobody will believe us with you.
Tomorrow morning
Someone will warm up, and someone will freeze, but it's all in vain:
Evening will wash the paint off the canvas and only stains will remain.
In the round dance of the Valkyries, you will spin in free fall,
Because there is no more strength to look at how

...sky...
Watch the sky being lynched ...
Watch the sky being lynched ...
Watch the sky being lynched ...

Wind
Disheveled hair, ventilated brains and cleansed soul.
Nothing remained of past illusions.
Songs are radio waves, SOS signals to all corners of the world -
Call signs are flying in the cold air of civilizations.
But other worlds will not decide to intervene - they will pass by, -
And we will be left alone with ourselves in this cesspool.
They turned the planet into a solid wound - and became salt ...
But why are we lucky - why do we still have the sky?

There is still the sky ...
There is still the sky ...
There is still the sky.