Текст песни Сергей Пономарев - Нет спасения

There is no salvation, your life is cheap
And your fate is sealed
Nourished in the concrete cradle
Do you think - your aim is true
The consumer in its essentially vile
Already dead, although young
Primitive seduced by drone
Faded, gray, completely empty

Death will come and take you all
Despite the alleged success of your
Your cars, villas and Ponte
Foam useless fuss

City, stone flower debauchery
Evil void Kingdom
Manit luster of gold and silver
More afraid of death, poverty
Luring a crowd of lepers
In the mirror illusory hopes
The black darkness of sin unredeemed
Hiding in the belly of the damned fools

Death will come and will devour you all
Despite the success of your fuckin '
Your cars, villas and Ponte
Foam useless fuss