Текст песни Энди Картрайт - Закрывая глаза

The price of freedom can be a large sum,
and turn out to be a rotten bitch, sir,
everything is intertwined and the knot is not easy to untangle
but my most blind faith will not back down.
The wild voice is not from the studios, not from boredom
or gifts of fate on a white dish.
In the light of the bright moon, everything is natural
and I can, closing my eyes, travel.
Sometimes you can’t tell the smell of a bitch from a woman’s
being imperfect, I love perfection, but
sometimes visible behind pale spots
more than the garbage with the brightest palette.
When you pull time greedily, like a craving for a filter,
everything around seems not so tricky.
My flaws are my trump card
and the head sometimes boils, boils, but takes out.
Their new slogan is "Wait and die."
We will be fertile ground like ourselves. "
The key to the head is already picked up
they don’t scrub cats on the soul, it’s wet in it.

Do not scratch the soul of a cat? Fuck.
The soul was a temporary fashion.
Doesn't scratch your soul? Yeah fuck
the soul is a discarded module.