Текст песни Сергей Шилин - Недописанная без названия

In a fist, squeezing the knife, on the street of the world
To meet the fate of the commander.
For life and freedom, for the Great October!
But from this world, the output is only one.

And he knew about everything, and people fled
To the cliff of a worthless life,
Only gray spots leave with traces,
And vtoptans in the dirt of their bright thoughts.

Forgotten truth seemed easier for us
With every uncomplicated day,
And in the ash temple road shorter
Just that that burns blue fire

And in a fabulous dream our angry ego
Already kills mothers and fathers,
And if you believe that life is a fairy tale,
That is no happy ends.