Текст песни Кипелов - Мертвая Зона

I never get into this garden
There are no flowers for me
I hate hostility fences
Hitters in the interweaving of the day
I miss in enclosed gardens
Air, tearing flesh
Who is weak soul, hurry here
Unable to overcome themselves

The garden is not invented by me
He - real you
But you go quietly
In the garden of emptiness ...

I do not like the spin of hopelessness
I believe in the power of persons
I go one against the motion
By breaking conventional boundaries
Away from the mall iron Hypocrites
Cold afraid of their songs
Behind them came to the garden lies
Roses raising on his shield

Everything is there, but no soul
Instead dew white pearl shakes
Robot bird wax guards
Garden all dictates laws
Thinking about the future is no reason
Past life under the control of machines
You go from the garden alive
But in the heart of the dead zone

Out run until enough forces run
At sunrise, the garden alive ...