Текст песни Стил - Лабиринт

Stopchena sole, tile lasts long enough,
Concrete arrays, cold stone, in addition famine.
Tortured people do not find the exit.
Antics hundred years have not seen - rewind.

The very aware that I hurt all these years.
Swim in its flow, the network was not binge.
Psychopathic personality, selfish half
For a long time there is no help. Pending hoodie Naquin.

According to Komsomolskaya, with a new phone, leave traces.
Conversations troubles, shoes. On landing we
It has long since forgotten the basics, and all somewhere to run,
Until the time comes to jump in the icy night sweat!

Lady led by the nose, and know the pain points of the body,
Shot down the immune system and breathing, it is necessary to buy a tablet.
The night lamp light, a pharmacy, a wallet in the back.
Subscriptions for a century have, until discharged through.