Текст песни Телевизор - Квадраты

Yet the order of things is absurd
People consumable metal
Weaving cloth and baking bread
Someone stole shamelessly you

Not only your work , love , leisure
Stolen curiosity eyes open
Set of truths hand-feed
Ability to think you stole

For each question, the answer was handed
All seeing you do not see any DIG
Steel matrices newspapers
Uncomplaining your brains

But there is no answer to the main question
Wearing a gray and mottled
Morning and evening as a vacuum cleaner
You pulled into the underground

So here you go thick caviar
All as one -on-one style
People who know how to put on shoes
People who are able to produce

But go for the next series
Amb ! Amb ! Amb ! Amb !
Yet only hits
People who can kill

But one day , among the small affairs
You give pasture
You decided to break out of the
Ostochertevshie lamp shapes

You rebelled , scream steal !
You do not want to give yourself
And then come to you first
People who know how to convince

Will be exalted their words
Will lucidly and kind
They will prove as ABC
That you can not get out of the game

And you repent poor brother
Erring brother you will be forgiven
Under the chants in his box
You will be carefully returned

But if you persist you will become
Not damsya , still will not happen
Quietly stepped out of the darkness
People who can kill

You'll be longing to swallow as quinine
And into squares like a dream
Will be lined blue flap
Black bars in your window .