Текст песни март иден - повод поминать лихом

And the truth only hurts our ears ,
beats in the chest , pulls out his eyes
everyone who was responsible for market
and did a bit of a better world.

Listen.
She whispers softly ,
wind rustle on the lips .
Someone even true - cyst
and I remember an occasion dashing .

Silenced .
She rumor word .
You want to hear it ?
Language will lead us to New York ,
but the truth is only in the trash wire.

Accept it - the prodigal son ,
it does not make us wait ,
as the old coat hanger
and friend
in the distance
without premises .