Текст песни эхопрокуренныхподъездов - заперты

no shutters will not make us get up
and become someone more stately. in the minds of the parties not to rearrange.
the roles of casts and statues are a hundredfold different, right?
yes, some can be broken, but others can be melted.
and we are the cynical crown of an overrated fairy tale
the eyes can be closed, and the brains do not float anymore.
we are more perfect than anything a creator could make,
but do not suck with your beak, and do not spread your hands.

and we earned stigmata in hard labor,
and we are rolled under barbiturates,
we are part of the salary for the pathologist,
do not wait for support, we are already locked.

we're already locked behind desks in funeral lessons,
processed by the even murmur of teachers
but no matter how hard we try,
the false start was neatly taken as a standard for the tact of the beginners.
and in this understatement eyes
permeated at times with a teacher's pointer, and in the class
at the box office of the collapse of the accumulation of masses
behind the gaps of falsity of film adaptations.

and we earned stigmata in hard labor,
and we are rolled under barbiturates,
we are part of the salary for the pathologist,
do not wait for support, we are already locked.