Текст песни Айгерим - Прогоревшие дотла

On-people are very lonely, black buttons don't know everything
And when they remove their hands, they scratch the palm with their fingernails.
And when two windows go out
When it stops making noise
They sob that it was not his fault:
There is no one to hug and warm.

In the morning worries, work, robots,
Calls, conversations, squabbles,
And it seems like I want to be a god
But at the last level, he is incredibly lonely.

A loop of wire is something new
I want to crash on the keyboard
So that already leaving, at least someone
He regretted calling you a fool.

Outwardly demigods, internally semi-hollow
(Pushkin will not wait at last)
It's easier for everyone to go on stage naked
Than take off the crown.
We are waiting for praise like air
And we shout that give a fuck,
And critical exclamations
We accept badly.

On-people are beautiful, smart as they like,
Real zombies
Off-life and forward to the clubs
Hiding phobias in jokes.