Текст песни DuBEPCAHT - Белый Шум

New page lifestyle door from the past closes
These Story days in the compassion look nesting for living
White nights two roads in the tube on a farewell
I thought it seems to be the end but it's all empty promises

Forgotten moments only seem forgotten
And the dose of life is normalized by liters
Under rhythms from bass, loud night screams
Clock on the bomb that inside all ticles and tikali

Again where I'm there, I go out into open space
Thrust, cosmole, I get into weightlessness
In your head your voice, legs in the floor and smid on the brake
The car in the trash was too high

In the eyes of the painting here and there as if the panorama
A! For DPS officer is ready new advertising
A pair of scary personnel, smoke Machines from fog
A little time and I'm already a star poster

Maybe if it were not for that we would have lived happily
But the cause of the accident was the voice of a pseudo-passenger
And the picture of the world is now covered with sludge
You are not! You trampled it from me ...