Текст песни Телевизор - Красный снег

You know something -
There is no God.
Lied to the Maya -
Do not over light.
You know something -
Even a hundred years
Do not interfere
You're nobody.

You somehow know -
All the prophecies lie.
Books lie all
Das ist gut!
Our dance
And frightening television shows,
People are scared -
This is good!

And yet you scum,
So it seems to us.
Perhaps in this
There's our fault.
You scum,
Type, & quot; over the world I have! & Quot ;,
Good
Informed.

Wake up!
How much can you consume
Gigabytes
Glamorous lying?
How much can you
Trust the Kremlin dreams,
Lenten lie
To cover their own shame?

The past
Echo sad.
In good
It does not work.
If Omonia
Instead, the law,
So will
In bad!

It will be the hard way.
Then -
Torn shoulder straps
On running the experiment,
Mad stampede
At the station of the capital,
Swept Gaddafi
On the ruins of persons.

It will be the hard way.
Then -
Hurricanes pogroms
Blind in cities
Drunken patrols,
Rublevki on fire,
The bodies at the Palace
And the red snow.

Red snow at the Palace ...