Текст песни Тропы не врут - Вам в горло лезет пессимизм

Pessimism creeps into your throat
And spews fire.
We gnaw your dislike
And we are experiencing pessimism.
The wall is not a cure for enemies
As a fear, there is no reason for Love.
I understood the fate of the shores -
There will never be three.
I turn the spikes up so that they do not prick off the giblets.
We were promised a hundred troubles, one of which reached us.
Not that we were very lucky, We do not ask fate to indulge,
Yes, in general, everything is a foregone conclusion, we just have nothing to lose ...

Say goodbye and I forgive.
Over the threshold I shake a palm.
Letting a tit go to heaven
She played a role.
The gray wolf will not be scary
When you kill a sheep in yourself
All fairy tales gain a sense
Coming to a happy ending.
Wiser than fabulous old women, the art of singing and being dumb,
It's a shame, but of these two, I do not own any.
You say - Not Fate, I am more inclined to believe in laziness.
And life is no longer a prison, and alcohol has not been an end in itself for a long time.

I became slow in words.
I’m looking more carefully for an excuse.
I thought it was someone’s ashes
And they told me - this is God.
Four measures per line
The second day on the verse,
I can still stay
Although already bought a ticket.
They prayed to the domes, I listened to the ringing of bells.
When I tried to enter the temple, they drove me out.
Under the load of righteous volumes dry streams of being.
You are talking about Love, whispering - it is impossible, impossible, impossible ...