Текст песни последний голос против - До конечной

The Atlas is not my world continents
My Planet is empty and only a couple of rooms is limited,
Automation of life has passed without failures,
Now I'm a robot and I only corrects the coffin.
And when you try to hide or run away
The universe is not pozhaleeet pull the dogs,
Nicknames that hunger, sorrow and fear,
No, well, fuck them, would rather sleep at home.
And year after year more and more strongly envelops the cold:
Emotions like nonsense, indifference, as a norm,
And the whole city seemed to be against me,
In one bottle Truman Show and Groundhog Day.
The Atlas is not my world continents
Faded pages do not carry his stories,
I'm just communicating unit of labor,
And my final station - waste dump.

I am not ready
take the brunt of the consequences
your fault
Because no
More sparks in the hearts,
And in terms of missing persons life.