Текст песни House Of Cullture - Нет места

Torn to shreds does not want to rise,
Inhaling does not believe in everything that they prophesy ...

No anger? - it is not true it exists,
He drowns in his arms and kisses tenderly ...

There is no power for revenge - it is understandable.
Self-woven nonsense, stingy, incomprehensible ...

He trampled those roads long ago
That they didn’t lead anywhere ... no one

The sneakers are torn and the scarf is unwound,
And the mind died from a dose of resentment ...

And what are you faith? - I don't know you
A familiar name - not remember the face ...

And where is that road? will you pick me up
You will sew my soul and body together ...

Defeated and torn, mumbles in a wrong way,
The road beckoned with a path to hell ...

Who are you dear? ... I can't see the face ...
I trampled this world slowly ...

I don't need the sun, give me rain
On this highway, I'm just a sleepy tram ...

Here I am, here I am ... take it quickly,
Paradise has no place on the map of people ...