Текст песни мори - Пожелание

I want me to be freed from a mousetrap
from the abyss and the abyss of the consumer estate
I understand our efforts are useless
as well as all our deliberate silence
erase your phone - you will stay alone
You will delete your contact - no one will remember about you
And even when the money balance is at zero
You will have one call from the Underworld.
Even a person has its own shelf life
Even the heart has a term exploitation
You bring it to the salon, put the signature,
And then calmly lie on transplantation.
The wounded heart lies in the landfill
wounded the wilt is not needed
From the empty cameras smoke
And new people go along puddles.

The rage is filmed with consciousness
Sustains creak from rage
My heart beats late
and below two octaves.
My bodies are changing in places
I can't blame them in bi-polarity
Although you know perfectly well
about typical human order.
my rage is filmed with consciousness
And the joints will creak from rage
My last wishes
will be...