Текст песни Владимир Стома - Лепрозорий

Leprosorii

I, the same as you, - fragile and timid.
With muddy eyes and pale skin.
Baby, leaving concrete boxes.
Notice, inhabit the society yet.

Breathe mold, disputes, dust.
Constantly unhappy, called Mount.
Despicuous, between a fairy tale and fair.
Only mentally resting on the sea ...

Such a constant ... no ... cyclically,
Spiral is screwed into a chain of history.
In me, everything is so casual, so concise
I am the favorite son of his leproseria ...

He can mother, maybe father
To be called ... maybe the beginning, it may end ...