Текст песни Чёрный Обелиск - Дорога в никуда

The same day , the same night ,
All the same women , those that do not mind .
All the same dream , the same reality ,
All the same faces , the same friends.

All the same falsity of the same words;
All the same children spit on fathers
All the same path , the same prisoner,
All the same people that are waiting for change.

        All the same old words ,
        All the same old dream .
        Still swollen head,
        All the same you choose ,
        The same arguments about anything ,
        All the same starts behind
        All too: how many and how much.
        All the same plans ahead
        Given go-ahead , the path is open ,
        And you do not go thinking .
        The road runs under the foot ,
        And you're all waiting for, yet you live

        Maybe someday
        There is a better way,
        And the time - it does not matter
        Well , as long as you are alive -
        Before you lies
        The road to nowhere.

Another reality. the other night .
Other women , those that do not mind ,
Other days , other dreams ,
Other people are full of excitement .

Another deception, other debris ,
Others spend all the forces for good reason,
Another falsehood , another lie ,
Others try to finger his knife .

        Other thoughts and dreams.
        Another headache .
        Others choose you .
        Other people spoiling for a fight .
        Other disputes about anything ,
        Other starts behind
        Other how many and how much,
        Other plans ahead.
        Given go-ahead , the path is open ,
        And you do not go thinking .
        The road runs under the foot ,
        And you're all waiting for, while you live .

        Maybe someday
        There is a better way,
        And the time - it does not matter
        Well , as long as you are alive -
        Before you lies
        The road to nowhere.

No more evil, no more dreams ,
No more women , no more than the basics,
No more places , no more lies ,
No more of those who throws knives .

No more words , no more days
No more light , no more shadows ,
No more games , no more rights
No more of those . who wish to goodness.

        No more thinking persons
        No more headaches.
        No more colorful capitals ,
        No more poppy fields .
        No more arguing about nothing
        No more plans ahead
        No more : how many and how much,
        No more starts behind.
        Given go-ahead , the path is open ,
        And you do not go thinking .
        The road runs under the foot ,
        And you're all waiting for, while you live,

        Maybe someday
        There is a better way.
        And the time - it does not matter .
        Well . as long as you are alive -
        Before you lies
        The road to nowhere.