Текст песни красота красного круга - фреоны

Radio Noise punched hearing
Yes, you're my only friend
See how misted lenses of cameras
opponents shot a vicious circle
And suddenly I malaise that goes beyond
Soviet apartments, with post gadgets
live monitors in crowds doubt
It is always the first?
light breeze turns into a storm
Zaveshivaya heart blackout curtains
but somewhere to continue to believe in their hearts
What is all that gave us life
Our world - a butcher shop
These people are like soulless steaks
where friendship, which provocative lyrics
In the old, broken benches sing
comfortable to live in the list, without the right to place
or simply without hands
The calling person from this planet
the present and the warm words of others
I too no one to give you joy
you too no one to zaplёvyvat grief
under the air conditioning freon sing
that there are too many
It is a community of people unsociable
and with them I will go to the end of the world
they let me plug in the pub kill
for what? and but that I believed in them fucking.

On scraps of newspapers on Illuminated
looking for something new, a kind, the first (2)