Текст песни ЦеРН - Клубы

What we will remain in memory
when there will be nothing left?
Smells of spring you will wake up in a ditch.
Which in 10 years our children will be born,
Conception under the "ecstasy" in the smelly toilet Club?
Not wider range of thoughts,
Paradise on earth will not
The battles of the war acid - target people
It will not stop -
In the minds of the ozone hole no patch in special hospitals.

In sverhzasekrechennyh laboratories breed new Barbitura model
Then carry about vans stamped Subcultures.
Abandon hope for tomorrow in the House of Debauchery, inside the gates wide open, but not vice versa.
We beat their breasts are not just thinking move the mountains,
likely to repeat the fate of Sodom and Gomorrah.
But a drunken eye does not see a distorted reproach icons - disbelief - would be smart enough to do you count the number of the Beast.
Printing on the forehead, the other on the wrist - now you're a loyal subject of happiness test-tube,
date of death without thinking how it all bitching
The last thing you see - white robes.

Clubs - Under a massive effect Barbitura
These people are like sculptures by psychotic subculture
In the rhythm of strobe melteshaschie figures
Whatever you're thinking - that's a fact!

We are deep in the cesspit, fucking do not see from there
The club chill-outs we are governed by Bes fornication
Acids scorched souls under the skin,
Introducing irreversible mutation in the gene level.
Where the boiling blood - sweat hisses synthetics
And everything is acceptable, for the price of one packet
Not fashionable sport already, but more and more queers and addicts,
But everything according to plan!

Who left us half dead from the blue screen
See what happens in the "House-2" on the comedown?
You will not see the onset of darkness,
From the arrival of waking up in the midst of a nuclear winter.
Divorced dirty water you will not see the truth,
We have created an artificial paradise on stilts Hell
And not afraid of cannon fire of the war - you can not hear them,
Falling from the top of the food chain in place of the mouse.
Clubs - Under a massive effect Barbitura
These people are like sculptures by psychotic subculture
In the rhythm of strobe melteshaschie figures
Whatever you're thinking - that's a fact!