Текст песни ФАРЕНГЕЙТ - Фарфоровые люди

Porcelain people on earth
Root plexus underground.
And don't wait, there will be no forgiveness
Get out of here quickly.

Cracks covered this soil
This sky is pressing more and more.
The dead flowers spoke
From the depths of plastic fields

A stranglehold of gray skies
Mire of strange worlds
Life has lost its weight
She is in the hands of fools.

Stamped faces ahead
Loomed like a faceless crowd.
You can't hide from them anywhere
A swarm of bees hummed in unison.

Making standard zigzags,
Wriggle closer and faster
Battered flags in the wind
An army of china people.

A stranglehold of gray skies
Mire of strange worlds
Life has lost its weight
She is in the hands of fools.

On earth, criminals and judges
Root plexus underground.
No one will be forgiven
Run away from here soon

Cracks covered this soil
This sky is pressing more and more.
The dead flowers spoke
In the society of porcelain people.

A stranglehold of gray skies
Mire of strange worlds
Life has lost its weight
She is in the hands of fools.