Текст песни КТ - первый вдох

spring is cyclically replaced by autumn,
suicides get up and leave the morgue.
give me faith in at least something,
and I would betray those who betrayed the painted god.
the artist looked around and squeezed out his eyes
unable to enjoy the next cycle.
sometimes it seems like happiness is very close,
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the boy won't lend his hand to the girl,
and it will be swallowed up by faceless everyday life.
the boy will become an adult and quickly turn gray,
while the TV will spit more and more corpses.
and everyone will pretend that this is how it should be,
and the conscience of others will be covered with a bald head.
remove to hell with the sound of my first breath.
stop this world, I'm going out on the next one.