Текст песни Алина Волнами - Молодые старцы

Young Elders,
As you sunk to this?
Stale foreigners
Nemedovoy life aloof.

I am the same as you?
I do not know a soul turns gray without colors.
I expectorant empty prison room -
He flies off the back. Not enough helmets.

The living Dead,
It is necessary to deal with it.
Create spirituality palaces
And invite them to the sun.

Or the moon. Or chaos constellations.
Did any of them will go exactly to us.
And let us once among the Inspired Action
Forget that it is not necessary to laugh in the morning?

Zahohochem, Noise badly, call the devil.
Creative Imp. He will drive us crazy.
Well, after an accelerated pulse resurrected
What a poetic eccentric.

A strange alignment of events, is not it?
Falling on stage thoughts dreams.
But all this madness is warm and pleasant,
The future of someone in the office tomb.

03.24.14.

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