Текст песни Сторона Отражения - Бойцовский клуб

Tekt - A.Kambalin
Music - gr.Storona reflection

From Kelvin'a Klein'a shirt humility
And by Hermes tie a noose around his neck
PIN-code credit cards - sacred mystery
And IKEA furniture was the fate

And how are you in chains: Salary, Apartment,
Career, success. But you're already a corpse!
Do you hear you life, your jacket lira
And you come into
                                Fight Club!

You spit blood on the floor of the concrete
And people like animals howling out of the darkness
But this life is a thrill! Aleluya freedom!
And rveshsya forward only for the sake of the struggle

Live to fight and beat for Life
And there are no more rules, laws and fetters
There will be no birth, there will be no funeral feast
And you eulogize
                                Fight Club!

And spitting on the ground front teeth
You suddenly truncating that stand at an impasse
And everywhere scurry some people
And all your thoughts only cry in the void

Destroying themselves, could not you get up
Ruins of the circle, and your brain is empty again
And had fought with him to get even.
And you are cursed
                                 Fight Club.