Текст песни Myster1o - Жёлтый Дом

Verse 1:
Mind locked up in the tortured conscience
As for little forms nesovestimye
Thoughts from the normal way of life,
For such people, building hospitals!
Obsharkannye wall, cries of "Help!"
Crying unborn child somewhere heard,
Injections near the veins, your morality pokatsana
The blind seer yearns for the sun!
There's even a healthy mind is come alive!
Through a sieve authorities decided to "put on them!"
And the freedom of all the mentally ill.
Every one ran like ants,
As of the time the sting hysteria infected.
Have pity can lead them?
If you believe that, the date will be the name "crazy"!
Was there one, raved, strange writing songs,
Clenching his teeth angry that it is not appropriate,
He said that it should be on the stage,
Hold the microphone, a fairly complex patient
Referring to the second I called himself Mysterio
Until now, the text on these yellow walls, ey!