Текст песни Социальная Депрессия - Патологии

Sad face - paradise for fantasies,
Crowds waiting for broken euthanasia
Herd had eaten, drunk shepherd
She could hear the groans ebuschihsya whores!

Rot not fix the smell of perfume,
The bright feelings and sincerity of the words,
The animal faces in the artificial light,
Porridge dolls did not need to answer

Here dancing clowns, evil person,
Focus on what the priestess
Outta breath, I'm in the front row,
On this show I am now come,

Smiles applause and loud cries,
Bottles of cigarette butts and nervous tics,
Dirty hands on the tender flesh,
And these clothes Nahuas you wearing?

Here everyone is afraid of losing its price,
In the reflection I see soem treason
The faceless crowd, they do not have faces,
And this is the beginning, the beginning of the end !!