Текст песни СМП - Земля искусств

Talling the voice, but did not rip out ovation,
Spiritual food - liquid applause.
I and the voice - two oven,
Smile in the face, and laugh in the back.

Broke off the chain, but did not remove the collar,
I closed in myself - conclusion.
I'm not a bitch-hope, I will not die last
But to finish why I need me?!

Again the sky for some reason praying,
Under the last arrival of the muse
This is art, come
But why is the next morning so empty?!

Wish wild breathe
In the paws of the night round again.
To hate from love one step.
And how much fortunately from grief?!

I stepped - under my feet of the abyss,
And I was ready to leave low,
But just in case I tried
More muse onestat.

But I came to my senses too late
The emptiness all filled panic.
So the sociophobia has grown,
On the basis of misunderstanding.

And come on, tearing a voice,
Wheel liquid applause.
Emptiness is selected to the throat.
Talent is buried under the ground.