Текст песни ПЛОЩАДЬ ВОССТАНИЯ - Живой

Cold nights empty hello:
Smeared ink lines salad
Do you believe in their meaning in a thousand years.
Do you believe that the manuscripts do not burn ...

The usual answer to all the letters of friends:
"Healthy, do not miss, but that something is not right ..."
There are even more fun in the morning,
But in the evening head to hide the concrete! ..

I am sitting on the floor, thinking about someone else,
And I think to add a second liter,
And the truth gets in the way of your ball in
With incredible disgusted crowd ...

Going on a rotten bunch of ears,
The chilled stuffing bread oven ...
With a hangover lay blue in the face,
Dance pupils under the roar of dogs,

It interferes with the ashes of your silence,
Mixed human and bestial howl!
We are waiting for you after that war,
But you've forgotten what else - LIVE!