Текст песни DIMpanfilow - Серость

Around all the gray gray
And the clouds unnaturally low
Scrabble claws glass,
Without, however, it makes sense.

Why would they, ethereal and soft,
Dana had hands in their sharp claws?
Why do they form his - the people?
Why cubic meters of anger?

Their right hands on each other's shoulders,
Eyes to eyes. As there - lovers.
In the depths of opponents eyes
They live reflected.

Living under the special rules
Koi tend not to understand.
Confusing equality with egalitarianism
On the voice break

And falling on our heads.
Shake! This dullness is not gray.
This mud old shackles
Old us our country.