Текст песни Синдром Внезапной Смерти Моментального - г.н.в.в.л.

Peter is getting colder
pulls prospectuses
peering into people's eyes
you will believe in any sects
Peter is getting tougher
lanterns burning the brink
now waking up at night
blown up by miracles
I believe in any truth
and often untruthfully
drawing empty looks
and phrases that everything is in vain
Peter scares quietly
embankments of consciousness
You can become a crazy freak
barely plunging into buildings
time is the youngest
the city is silent tiredly
crouching at the foot
torn pedestal
faded facades
paused days stuck
does anyone need
so that they stand?
pulled together
river bridges avenues
people not believing in buildings
believe in their own sects
the city became crowded
wrap yourself in your sweater
or still dishonest
to appropriate Peter?
embankment of consciousness
pouring from the square
people don't believe in buildings
the city does not believe in people ..