Текст песни Insecta - Город Жизненых Иллюзий

City life illusions (G.ZH.I.)

City life illusions
Loud laughter large goats
It illuminates the small alleys of the same households
In each of which has grown to count on the fingers
Those people whose name everyone can say out loud
But now things are different you and me so we're
Whisper small oligarchs hammered quartered
A return flow of blood get dirty in the face
And from there we will return their immortality

Rising from the wreckage trail passes light
I was collected from fragments of its summer soft
Paints finding life, turning the hand at the wrist
Over their destiny, flying, leaves rewrite
Diaries of the hall of their suffering forgotten past
Write your own desire and it is not vulgar
It is just like a child that cries out not knowing
What does the soul from the cradle slowly dying

We raise our hands flags and go about the city
Coats to feel as we go over the ears
Contrary to the words of their dirty we will deliver them their
Word will show a rough and prove all lies
And people will open eyelids and see the sun light
And then all will be righteousness for ever warmed
And life will see they are all different
People are stupid stupid to own a holy country