Текст песни Alex Riddle - Johns' box.Детектив. Автор - Снежный ирбис

A car? Human?
The reinforced concrete robe
Mind you live,
not in a hurry, and the heart beats
the right rhythm,
you checked on "ego.net" website,
and maybe your calculations - nonsense,
pure and inflammable -
you leave the shaver (Occam)
on the mantelpiece, and dressed exactly
weather go out into a new,
twenty first century.

Your voice - the poison, eyes the thin ice,
perhaps (I'm sure) know in advance
every gesture and step and you do not happy,
but you live.
You talk - tormented thoughts,
because life - your premiere,
and you're in it - pantomime, the king and the clown -
creator,
Do not you know when to stop
their / others' actions?

Let conscience do you go to make concessions,
You are faithful to the principles of his own.

And because you're not a prince -
Alas, no one has died.
(But the truth is still remembered, Count)