Текст песни Olivia - Банально

No angels and devils on the ground -
Hackneyed truth utterly.
And it makes no sense to look for a grail,
A soul is not there, you no Aim.

And no saints, saints only have,
But those of another battered pieces.
They have long been a drunk honor
And exchanged halos on rifles.

No faithful wives, has a masters of lies,
And they matched husbands cats in March.
It's so simple hunting relish live
Do not trip over yourself at the start.

Friends also left with gulkin horseradish.
Though hundreds of them, each in contact with.
Naive faith - benefit in return,
Measured and weighed tactless

Those who have their banal "How are you?"
Hide indifference skillfully.
Smiles-brackets ICQ brought
And Chur neoschipannym sang.

Trite, simple, black-and-white way of life ...
And every day the same as yesterday.
This is only the heart is no longer lit,
And from so cold and scared ...