Текст песни Gillia - Люди исчезающие

And when we live in one single metropolis
We will definitely find them all and get to know each other
The world has no border other than the one built by us
And so maybe we will reach the very outskirts
How the prophet persuaded God to find the last man
We will remember how they forget
How quickly they throw off mix and then grind
Into the washing machines the tattered bodies of your memory
Maybe tomorrow there will be ruins on this place
Fear life gives difficulties when you ask for strength
The dominance of schizophrenia within one head
Suitable to hold just a few digits
I'm sorry, but I can't let you in, there are locks on all the keys
The doors of hell are locked from the inside
A meriad of days in the past are bread crumbs
Streets fold into leper corridors on cues from the lips of passers-by
Their mercy is sharpened to shock
But you can't touch them even if you want to
The deeds of their hands are traceless and in vain when will finally be the last
From a hundred thousand styles of flashy T-shirts
People are reflections of reflections
And one day, finally desperate, we ourselves will become those aliens
Who will fly to the planet of cave creatures
Will bring fire drawings of oil rigs and promise forgiveness
In the meantime, we add a step, we quickly dissolve in these places
Translucent people penetrate us
With such thoughts we will approach the very outskirts
And we will wait until those who left us take us