Текст песни В. Володин - Ан. - Взгляни

Look at sonmische of lost sinners us
It has long been mired in this pit,
Not noticing that the released gas,
A match is in everyone's pocket.

You all dreamed up the western peaks,
Hope silently hiding under the pillow,
I sewed her a long time already,
And someone exchanged for a mug of beer.

You promised and Olympus was Aphrodite,
Do you believe in the integrity of our years,
And I was real sick and impregnated,
Leaving a razor bladed red trail.

And you all prazdnuesh champagne their everyday lives,
And smiling contemptuously enemies
And I like the bar alien traveler,
For home sick pour into a glass.

I love the pain, not with anger,
Not from weeping bitter memories.
I bitterly for having aligned with the truth,
Above each rose just executioner.

And where did the dream, which so believe,
BLIND desires with hope in dirty whom?
And you try to stone door ...
Forward feet will make later.