Текст песни MEDVED - Гнилые чернильные души

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Rotten ink soul
Living synthetic life.
Screaming, persuade, but not to listen,
Not to mention the fact that someone hear.
They do not dream, so stupid,
Hoping for something other than,
Money, prestige, no time for a miracle.
Considering cash, in darkness, in an empty house.

Before stupor scary wake up one day,
Get your heart crumbles to dust.
Do not be like them, I like to everyone
Playing with destiny leave yourself out in the cold.

Empty eye-kinescopes,
Oiled greed filter.
Not the people, machines, almost corpses,
Living in the information world, defeated.
I know I have little time,
The system of bored me.
But can remain, even a little,
Those who will stand in my place.