Текст песни Moqumentary - Third Wave

Reality has long been dismissed with a dream,
But in their dreams, we are not given to be honest with you

The picture is collected by mosaic, but its essence is simple:
From time to change paints pain and emptiness
Ruffles weakly a hem, choking temple
A bouquet burns in the wind, like a dried wreath.

Generous to compliments, greedy per capita
Seen cameras, wanting to break the algorithm.
And innocence disappears in the first slap
Feelings always remain somewhere on the side of the road.

Will the distance, will you be on "you" -
Only flap remains from armor
From the ends of painted thoroughly nails
You are a target of arrogant lords of all stripes

But the bow does not disturb torn strings,
When his ridge apparatus sitting on the stands

Wave goes, wave runs
Overting countries
Washes off a fairy tale and hurry,
Hanging wounds