Текст песни Центр Циклона - 13 Система

System

In the mouth mad past,
Like in the hands of the creator.
What are you, time, purpose,
erased the smile from his face?

At night, the Inhumans come out of the house,
I plunge headlong into the darkness.
I lost touch with the sweet languor,
And I do not rejoice over the heat.

Who are we? Where are we?
We crush the wheels of the system.
No signs of differences,
Well, what are you crying because everything is fine (x2)

Eyes looking at heights dvadtsatshestoy spring
On the other hand, for someone stopped to melt the snow.
Black bird burst into dreams
potential cripples.

For the stars of heaven grated tissue
Glued disk of the full moon.
Reigns indifferent time
Depriving us of colored frames.

Really all the mysterious dream,
Passing obediently in the morning.
I have built a fabulous city,
A built void.

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