Текст песни Виконт - Чужие игры

Divide the world into hundreds of thousands of pages
Indifferent persons, the flow of succession
Glitter, gloss secular
Infests more than the brain.
Elevates the role of fools leads behind him.

Dead world of advertising, deftly stuffs us
Multicolored Idol, eventually one
In the sky, the dirt, the dirt in the hearts
Enchanted ligature
Carries on clean sheets rotten spot.

Do not look in the windows of cities
Do not look for love, drop to the bottom
Become transparency in other years
Look at the world without words.
Light purple platted over his head
Strange dome down exudes pus
Shadow trouble froze behind
Do not look in shop windows, in a strange world.

Spit on you for what you're not
And over the years will transformed into a myth
Pain subsided, you are king
You play the role
But you go and not himself at the behest of others.

Warm city selected verse and fear
With a dark alley you one on one
Who is right, who is wrong
True, where cooler temper.
And my heart beats in time with no cold chest.

Do not look ...
Do not look ...
Be different ...
Look In ...