Текст песни СИЯЙ ЯРЧЕ - 2000-2017

Do you burn youth, look upstairs, where is the sun?
In the mouth of the sand, the nose is bleeding, itching in the wounds of subcutaneous.
Maximalism so convincingly asks to go out,
Do not make mistakes, but also do not miss the chance.

Eternal seventeen, in the Hovrinsky borrowings,
There is no time we are genius not recognized by society.
Gandons and freaks. Simplicate dams.
Nothing saint. Blurry images.

Blood and sweat. I'll do what you want.
Repeat from the malice. Play in Tamagotchi.
Wounds bleeding. Burichchi divinity.
Access joys. Morning jerk.

Rural discos. Urban arrows.
Heavy eyelids. Reality in a dream.
We Buntari, we are atheists, we are not like everyone else.
Your eyes will not show the sincerity of our intentions.

Broken cameras. Burned garbage.
To implement fragile nature.
Four walls. Silence in days.
Spring walks. Wet jackets.

Do you burn youth, look upstairs, where is the sun?
In the mouth of the sand, the nose is bleeding, itching in the wounds of subcutaneous.
Maximalism so convincingly asks to go out,
Do not make mistakes, but also do not miss the chance.