Текст песни Lirikostaz - Творческий кризис

K1:

Peeling walls, dissatisfied with the system -
The cycle of life in our common social tank.
We are shadows, we imagine that we can become people,
However, upon looking at the world, it ceased to want to be among them.

The degradation of consciousness, the level of street poets,
Although among them easier to find someone,
Than these, all leading forward
And of calling everyone on board, and all going to the bottom.

And having been in their ranks, even more lost
The outlines of the face, I realized that a servant at feasts
And no more. Better a sparrow in the wild,
The peacock for their table beautifully packaged.

He was ready to give up in the jaws of them succumb to the authorities,
But it is not ready for approximation last day.
Eraser has erased what once was
My crisis was over, I was again among the fallen.

Etc:

The crisis is inevitable, it haunts you
It is better to go through it before, not potreyav
Nothing, because nothing has been amassed,
But after going through it, you're almost at the top.