Текст песни Мыслей странных - Кто-то от холода

Enough to lie, to be his, but anywhere and to anyone,
Only the appearance of truth.
Enriched experience children who do not stifle any conservative,
who are able to think more broadly.

Poisoned by the venom I understand,
that I am sick of your evil persons.

So much loneliness, the struggle for the right to be the first
someone swells from fat, and someone from hunger.
Surrogate idols strong pull straps, there
where life was now burning death and selfishness.

The truth is relative, my arguments are futile;
They are stronger and smarter, because more of them.
Enriched experience children who do not stifle any conservative,
who are able to think more broadly.

Poisoned by the venom I understand,
that I am sick of your evil persons.

So much loneliness, the struggle for the right to be the first
someone swells from fat, and someone from hunger.
Surrogate idols strong pull straps, there
where life was now burning death and selfishness.