Текст песни Бутафория - юность

my youth to the voice
Loudly crying, screaming and prays.
not in that color we painted hair
Having lost in the night of the megalpolis

our roof drive staircase,
And the land under the legs killed.
your life before bedtime
That my tears are impregnated.

komom in the throat chords burned
lines, rhymes have long been suspended
over cold old roofs
We are looking for the sky, clear, fresh

We are looking for the true truth
in cigarettes at the filter met,
We are looking for in dirty glasses to measure,
And in empty eyes feeling eternal.

Feeling eternity.
Eternity, me and you.
Eternity is you.