Текст песни Последний критерий Х Dessar - Фонарь

In the morgue of a gray -haired old man, as you wanted
But no one rush to cut off the doors from the loops
The country's course did not change by a degree
After all, the interests of the elites remained

Do not wait for someone
Thought about your happiness
Only worries them
A thirst for money and power

It will not become scary master whip
When children have nothing to eat
And you need to answer one question
Will our herd be able to become a flock

Do not stand on your knees
Not a moth of the sovereign
He is not heeding the requests
You will send you to execution

It will be too late tomorrow
To people around bring morality
We will all block the air
If bright, we do not light the flashlight

I feel like an old night pattern.
Who lights the lanterns, lame around the city.
Do not avoid shame if you escaped war,
If your lantern goes out, you will go out.
Then the fire will come, their torch marches,
And there is still a little bit before madness.
And the books will light up, and the children will light up.
Do you want that? Then get up under the whips.
Not the full century has passed, but you forgot
As the ancestors drowned the stoves. Are you slaves?
Slaves NOM, so don't try to be silent
Otherwise, the number is on the forearm, on the forehead printing.
Down with sadness, well, let's go to the attic.
It’s time for us to be the lanterns.
There is one simple answer to all questions,
And the darkness itself will leave when the light will light.