Текст песни Адаптация - Опилки

Rotted harvests, the rising childhood
People survived on what fuck.
Pocket full of joyful snow
Morning desires vile sign.

Slow and scared, every day more alive,
Tanks, guns, soldiery and women,
Torn veins, bad habits.
Darned faith waits dies.

They sang the chorus of the song, happy morning,
Wash the sun, covered the hole:
Do not see the hunt, do not hunt to remember -
Everything is so clear and there around the corner.

As if out of nowhere and took appeared,
Spread his wings, his legs buckled.
The spacious mind as an empty bottle,
After the logs are, but first - saw dust.