Текст песни PNL - SceneNoireStardom

Lines come to mind briskly like an Arabian horse!
No, it’s a lie: not to get them out even under the yoke of machine-gun barrels.

I froze for a moment
But this moment in my soul kept
What is not read from books,
And how can I convey this in one of
Numerous prayers?
And I'm almost wilted - not for me the world of rhyme.
For the whole short life
I understand what I'm standing ...

To say priceless means not to lie, because not to hang a price tag,
But if I knew what this word-paradox means:
I either do not cost anything ... Or more expensive than the stars ...
And the world is frighteningly simple!

He will wait until you kneel down
To give you power to a new generation.
Everyone cries for your tears, without exception,
You will destroy yourself with pity - this is my conclusion.

Then if you want to live, you must be simple,
Another nut that strengthens the mechanism.
Humanism has become anarchism,
Where you will be serfs forever.

The soul of the poet? What are you, there are millions of us
All the brightness of stars is only in the reflection of water in the palm of your hand.
We’ll bury our imagination at the local cemetery.
Newsreels reflect our culture.

And we strive for something, making efforts,
It seems to us huge, overwhelming,
But frankly all this is infantile:
Any road navigator from a grave plate.