Текст песни Пограничное SOSтояние - Руки

I
Let rock die, I am the first
I'll get in line for the funeral
My very weak nerves
Can't cope with the rut
Which carries daily
A wave of incomprehensible sound
Fake, dumb and mannered
I will soon die of boredom

Chorus:
I can't see your hands….
I can't see your hands….
I can't see your hands….
I can't see your hands….

II
Nostalgia for the soviet underground
Hasn't touched anyone for a long time
That someone is there in the tree at night
Secretes poisonous saliva
I'm in a borderline state
Every day, every hour and minute
We will sew new clothes
Let the old die - viper

Chorus.

III
Let rock die, I am the first
I'll get in line for the funeral
My very weak nerves
Can't cope with the rut
Which carries daily
A wave of incomprehensible sound
Fake, dumb and mannered
I will soon die of boredom