Текст песни Hard TON - Хромая Сороконожка

How many times did the sky go down
Everyone was afraid and silent.
Those who wrote about it supposedly died.
But every night they wake up
All is also silent
The delirium in their head for the morning blows out dreams.
 But every night they dream.
 
 Time groans - a beat inside
 Fear shut the meaning of lies.
The poet of the writer shouted something else ... His thoughts are life.
Not in the days, not in the night I remembered the line,
When it was too late, books and crows were alone.
 
April. Moon month
Amid coffee and morning
Her blood is water.
 
The sun poured paint in the sky
One planet, and the stars of the mask.
   in birth

   land
There are screens, their locality, their broadcasting.
Rain will hide dirt from the face in the house. Solitude is understanding.
And summer again, all the talk is empty.
Privacy understanding. Again the songs - "people cut them."
There are screens, the terrain of their broadcasting.
It's raining, the same city. The stomp of notes on their own wounds.
 
The lights are coming
Home, screaming -
Back up
After all, cheers here.