Текст песни Поэт без усов - Сущность

For contingent rastaskany,
Irrevocably mature,
And will never be warmer
Let someone fed fairy tales,
The fact that there is truth behind the masks,
Let the game lioness
With souls too naive cubs
Let the fools believe that suffer humiliation -
It is normal to achieve their goals,
And when in the woods resound klubnyak,
Instead of birds warbling songbirds,
Then even the sun does not want to shine
Over pieces of human flesh,
And hard to believe that it will not be noticed,
Ambitious most just leave the planet,
To find something new to re-commit an act of violence,
It was good that I was not omnipotent,
Erased from the face of our mother
Furrows sad wrinkles
Disappointed in women
More from men,
Maybe still with me that something is wrong,
But the fact that he considers himself the master of the world,
What brings destruction, only because it is boring,
Would have destroyed, crushed, here it is - my worst enemy,
To tears hate this spenders,
This vile human being.