Текст песни I Hate Smiling People - восстанавливать сожженные мосты

On my shoulders
evening falls
followed by the first
Black and blue injuries .
It hit the streets
Wind backhand -
You want - you do not want
And there is no place to hide .
Moknesh
under the light
From lamps.
We will not adults
just disappear
From fields
for battle
Unsuitable notebooks .
Everything will be fine ,
And even -
As always -
Nothing will happen .
Come play pryatki-
Pull up the page .

You, I know ,
too familiar
coma
When the room is empty,
And the walls
to a crisp
Caress with fingers
While the sky calcium
Kipelno white
Sleeps body
Circled in chalk ;
Until the shooting ,
As at dawn,
In flocks of hungry children go astray ;
So far, out of the ashes - the living dead -
oblique rows
Germinate bridges.

Hatred is hidden in withered veins of the city,
Where in each window are reflected hunger and fear ;
Death flashed in the film into the innocent eyes
Child who has lost loved ones in the fire
Endless everyday life, claimed millions
The same faceless countless semi-corpses .
TV and radio -
Brenna cycle of suffering
Causeless Us lonely deserted streets .
Bridges drain into the water
Mud and ashes ,
Trembling fingers remember
cold concrete

Ah, if only
become
a little
older
break the shackles
Gray wall paper ...
There is no fear
In the dark sockets.
Let this world
Do not dream
Never!