Текст песни Проект Увечье - Война Марвина 2012

What are we capable of? croak only gall in micro
in the abyss that is deeper than the subway, you are a miserable limp micron
Ant! yes no, even more modest - a primitive microbe
so cover your mouth and chew silently media cake

there is a negative threshold, stick a zealous pen in your side
Sativa Gifts to the fans, I will give a bitter satire lesson
stink of outhouse fumes for unpromising thieves
and for promising, carpet gloss and chorus decoration

but there is only one but not all the lackeys
in the era of hypermarkets Okay and shit from Ikea
in the sickening thick of postmodern where telly dominates
above the minds of children, like rat-rats, which leads them into the dark

there are those who are out of work, while the crowd jokes glad
the world is defective, but there is still someone from Colorado
how did you then from the state apparatus did not stranger a speaker
tongue, but the sea of ​​tears will not drain the reclamator

and the city will heal itself by melting under the plaster
bullet marks, they will be eliminated cheaper than apiece, Turks
the old-timer is silent, frowning, or a fur coat - grunting
will complete the story of what happened here that very morning

After all, they will build courts and cafes and preschool children in golf
let yourself be naughty while their fathers are on the golf courses
then who needs a loan for a new house or for buying a Volvo
all to pay off what hurt you

here is the price of a lost war in the rusty remains of the trucks
and the remnants of dust, the well-fed world of the surviving castrati
the ashes of a gray bonfire where everyone trembles with fear
because Prometheus will be branded with the laurels of Herostratus

relegating to the role of the gear of any living
crowds of critters grunting eagerly in reserved tents
for victories tearing Adam's apple, here everyone who is admitted
waiting for a moment to strike in the back

Chorus:
It’s worth sweating to get your brothers out of the darkness
Who if not we? confirm, stop being dumb
After all, besides us, almost no one is waiting for that moment
when the whole planet smokes like a damn fireplace