Текст песни D-MAN 55 - Воззрение на мир

All I see is the grief of others
No such stories are published in books.
There is no result in jumping above the head
Speech Dreams Time Waste
Dirty brother kitchen in wards
For insane prisoners
The realm of pissed hopes
Despair among expensive clothes
I contemplate and break how everything is light
People burn like cigarette bulls
Dries the skin with a cold wind
I am very similar to silent death
French spirits give way to Prades
A moment of oblivion is called a smooth
Nenado, I see them climbing outside
Well fall deeper into the muddy puddle
How friendly I am today
How to bury innocent in the ground
How do judges break their fortunes?
I'm tired of watching soon

In these eyes the remains of drunken anger
Hate has cooled in these eyes
In these eyes a precipitate of sadness
There is no more room in these eyes

In these eyes the remains of drunken anger
Hate has cooled in these eyes
In these eyes a precipitate of sadness
There is no more room in these eyes