Текст песни Проект Увечье - Волна

One by one day, in this world we are not alone
the solar magnet makes us all related
a spring in motion, and albeit chaotic in appearance
fucked generation in a mad dance of love
builds a capital of mad faces and bygone borders
time is worse than killer lines of the last pages
books titled "Life is just mirages"
burns mercilessly, like everything that you held dear
if there are soul-hands, but a tighter clamp,
right by the strings of the soul, Shiva will order to chop
lousy illusions of good and evil, truth and lies
even an arshin cannot measure the depth of the hole
stairs up is not a fact that leads to heaven
life experience in coffins and you dug it yourself
to finally get balance on the scales
but failed and a reason to go back again
in antisocial networks of evil courage
where everyone is on their own wave, but everyone is in transparent veils
drive each other empty, it's already hard to breathe
just to hold in your hands a pile of corpse money
it's up to you. people hooked on trap and trap
fashion will die, but not the habit of destroying itself
a wave as old as the world will rush in a new shell
eat served for the subjects of the bottom

The tape recorder is wheezing in the morning about the joys of the day
the bird of happiness is watching from under the blanket
and in anticipation of a dream you need to change something,
but, as a cheap serial - far from "IDEAL"
this cycle of order of rushing minutes
in minds clogged with only paper ash-type perspective
inflate yourself over the years in order to cheat others
end with digging in yourself and plum therapy
try not to sour in metabolic chains
and your appearance is on the bolts, if there is no charisma
life of a bartender is hard and unprepossessing on the verge of risk
and barista, wouldn’t catch an attack
through this prism of slut and surrealism
hung up, but if only we didn't give up
and the shot from the heart trunk must be exported
not live to the age of Christ under the cross of sulfazine
in four walls probably not fucking pretty.
incentive to fly longer not to die like a dog
and if half the strength, then at least do not force
cornering in this snowy bog
do not change the factory settings, it took out the most persistent
premature babies of vices somewhere in the orbit of perestroika
and all that is needed is just to go beyond this circle ...
just go beyond that circle ...