Текст песни G1pnoZ - Люди-манекены

We are prisoners by nature, we are mannequins,
During childbirth we are evicted from the womb into a perishable body,
They put seals on our helmet with patterns of thinking -
If only they did not unravel the tangle of the meridians of time.
Our whole life, in fact, is a confrontation of matters,
Where is the Supreme Boss who owns all the shares ?!
We are White Collar but not sewn to this world
And like lunatics in a dream - we don't know why they came here ?!
Out of nothing, nothing and our fate is nothingness,
We are awaiting trial, how they will conduct an investigation on the body.
We wait to be told everything in detail
And every day in the parking lot we wait for “God from the car”.
We are three meters above the sky, oh no, two to a depth -
When we go to the bottom, from all the problems, we will be remembered.
Postcards in rare photo albums will remain from us,
Where Human Mannequins are reincarnated into phantoms.

We are prisoners by nature, we are mannequins,
During childbirth we are evicted from the womb into a perishable body.
Postcards in rare photo albums will remain from us,
Where Human Mannequins are reincarnated into phantoms.

We are prisoners by nature, we are mannequins,
During childbirth we are evicted from the womb into a perishable body.
Postcards will remain in life after the dead,
For you Post Scriptum - Post Mortem.