Текст песни крик тишины - первый вдох

Spring cyclically changes in autumn,
Suicides get up and exit 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 his eyes
Unable to enjoy the next cycle.
Sometimes it seems - happiness is very close,
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The boy will not give the girl a hand,
And she will be swallowed by faceless everyday life.
The boy will grow up and turn gray quickly,
While TV will spit all new corpses.
And everyone will pretend that it should be so,
And the conscience of others will be covered with baldness.
Get the hell out of my first breath.
Stop this world, I go out to the next.