Текст песни Сентиментальные Идиоты - Молчание

What kept - fades and spreads,
It does not ripen without being regenerated,
Spray in the empty expanses.

My books are filled with cheesy poems,
Beer spirits, alcoholic sips.
It emits a morass of mediocre gallons century peers.

All one - the sun paints nadzvёzdnye steppe
Wind sleeping quarters, unstable color of the sea,
They gather rush to annoying in the wet
Parquet dead.

Every second of the second someone's silence.

Around the fallen curtains, lost lens
Dognivshie spray to nebyli shriveled leaves,
Lovely eyes once.

And I do not have to break through slovonabory,
About anything - and for all, the only body of the faithful
Paradigm being.
Where words stop me everywhere podvernёtsya land -
Parquet dead.

Every second of the second someone's silence.