Текст песни Фролов Масса - Пыль

Massa is like bombing for your cities
I sow horror on your lands, outlining your mind
And when an hour comes, I like a reaper I will take my own

Look at that distance in which we run from nowhere
Jerking all the same cables again, trying to find the right
Stuck in this system, we stay without arms
Denominating fire, without knowledge flowing together

We work like drums, yes, here is a sensible way?
For a long time, our fruit is not honey, not paradise, all monotonously
You will start with a clean sheet but it was a joke
And where is the restart button when you are thinning so languo

True crashed wallpaper from fatigue
Around the Bardak and in the mirrors there was not a drop of joy
War passed, but in the very center of the bomb
From the garbage built life and name to her Megaton

Holding in the hands of the photo where your smile
And the fact that so much dust remains me
Freamed fruit in a vase, and I'm not in that phase
To take love when inside a full stasis.

Cold apartments forgotten homes
And what to say on the phone if no words
Forgotten numbers and search disabled
And you know how painfully continue

I stand on the balcony, I dawn quietly
Duram takes me back to quiet
Salted taste stayed on my lips
Long-mounted lighthouses and a broken steering wheel

I'm somewhere left where the bay dull
Sinking on the meli, on the canvas gave
This is the middle of my gray days that ate typhal
As a parasite that multiplies inside

My face is hidden, not a suicide and shahid
I did not try a nimb, not an angel from "saints"
This is my world and I am in him one Sukin Son
The entrance is closed and no path here for the rest