Текст песни l НОВАЯ СФЕРА l г. Узловая - Мертвее мёртвых

City devours itself ,
Tearing calendar days
And measuring the time in days .

It will be hard to start from the end -
When defloration conceive
His morality in prostitutes .

You will no longer dream dreams ,
And you had to ask,
To be deader than dead .

The city is dying of vaccines.
Remains our umbilical cords
We roll up our necks .

Your masturbators are clean ,
But you break the fast ,
Copulating on the bed.

You will no longer dream dreams ,
And you had to ask,
To be deader than dead .