Текст песни Тексто - Зачем мы здесь и куда летят года

when will all the rhymes end?
for some reason, the paper continues to scratch the stylus
realized the meaning of the game film at least shoot go
answers have been found
again with a microphone in private
life sways like a pendulum

we are not alone, the world will bend under us
I'm not Mozart, so I convey emotions in words
vocabulary bottomless well

but the price is penniless
make the text like a matryoshka doll
Caution, still easier
it seems that among the crumbs the truth was not so difficult to discern
what are you waiting for ? when the skin is trembling;

lies and distorted past
all the time -
barrel of honey with a spoon of poison

you, in general, will understand everything, at first glance
there are no other options
it's time to unravel the thread of Ariadne,
God is all together seven billion

but for some reason we’re not welcome here,
as if somewhere off-camera operator
and he has some of his own morals and plans
anyway, while the flame burns inside
and the ancestors did not forget their former glory
we will remember the main thing -
choosing the path, believe that he is right

there is life in the old dog yet
born in the capital or in the province?
why do we need nations and borders?
Who cares what?

especially how many songs he sang or did,
if the soul has to say goodbye to the body one day
what’s left of you on Earth? at best - stela

or ashes in a fire
we were brought up by the system
TV, newspaper and news media
and where are we now?
concrete walls
hide from life in bed

throw off all the clothes
cover your head with a blanket
let others ponder acts
ideals and the sense of being,
it is not important,
and then what?

why are we here and where do they fly this year?