Текст песни Чёрный Ящик - Соучастник

I thought we spit in the face
Infantile world and society mouth.
I was hoping that in our pockets
There will be an unprecedented card suit.

Dirty dogs strayed from the pack,
They change their nicknames, with his muzzle up.
Like it or not, all habits were,
Alas, you will not change his breed!

Who were those-and left!
Change of scenery, new addiction.
Style, as before, is more important than the meaning.
Naive props nastiness.

Sometimes it seems that the wrong door,
I got a boring holiday,
Complete nonsense, dullness, filth,
Unfortunately, I-souchastnik.Souchastnik.

Do not be a fool, whether those whom no one has not yet been.