Текст песни Чужие Сны - Нас выберут боги

We will choose the gods / Strange Dreams / 2016

Sometimes, maybe once out of eternity
Inside you also have a place for tenderness.
Do we know for a long time? It lies on the surface:
Of course, you're sick, of course, we are not curable.

Erasable colored makeup,
Glass showcases its scrap
The routine itself, and can be, can be

That we choose the gods,
That is, we get a chance.
Fireball will warm our city again and again.
One life - one chance

Known painfully inevitable route.
You are free to roll every day into the unknown,
And let them look angrily and say disgusting.
Tell them you're sick. Say you are incurable.

Let the fire in the back through and through
And swallow with anger anger
Chain squeezing in a vice, burn bridges.
Just right when the goal is clear.
There in the country waiting for spring -
A place for tenderness. Everyone who was able to find

They choose gods
That is, we get a chance.
Fireball will warm our city again and again.
One life - one chance