Текст песни Рассвет Малодушия - Поиск

According to the writer Oscar Wilde,
Having painted the body in boredom, we shrink to a point.
Like a rapier at the guard - joy breaks,
Surrendering life to a dashing test of strength.

Doors, houses and facades are painted in boredom ...
Where will it all end? Does it matter?
Orellian has been looking for Eldorado all his life.
I'm just like a log on the current.

Cut off from the world in the withering hours
Cursed with apathy, lost for a century.
The world is visibly fixated on a circle of fading.
They sell Nobody for Cartels for Nothing.

If not for fear every day I was drunk,
If - like a hand - did not cut off a lie for myself,
Hardly suffering a regular glass
Passed through the body without shouting "Oh my God!"

It is forbidden to live according to the art of laws.
For moral reasons - everything else.
How can you silently inhale the smell of rye on the field,
If the sun is steel outside the windows?