Текст песни Годен До - 03 Пустое множество

Empty set,
Holy principality,
Thrown aside
Any bigotry.
Laughter with envy
Hunger from conscience
Rare,
Except for your own strength.

Measured by wagons the way from the hole to broad daylight.
Step out the window and disappear, where dreams end.
On the corpses of the soldiers of last year's wars, the awards-crosses rusted,
From helmets covered with moss
Flowers sprout.

Empty set,
A family of gravity,
Beveled, beveled,
Met with fierceness.
The usual speed
Shit over the precipice
Has hung,
Forgetting to light the lights to land.

Measured by wagons the way from the hole to broad daylight.
Step out the window and disappear, where dreams end.
On the corpses of the soldiers of last year's wars, the awards-crosses rusted,
From helmets covered with moss
Flowers sprout.

Empty set,
Drowning in importance
The poor pray
The poor are getting old
The poor pray
The poor are getting old ...