Текст песни Seven - Разговор в никуда

3 years without a sound, and cry
be generalizing y 'X' amount among
or rather hundreds of crosses
I taldychat face
about a leper my creative
washed-up
or rather the first fruit

It was a stronghold of pre-unreliable
and inevitable
the explosion
split
section
I left on the rails
marked for the poor
party obbegat
for the higher mass dushonki close
uncomprehending local

look for me where the rest blukayut
I'm Abel and Cain
know the difference
or at least in the minds of
I was reborn from the lines
risen on the basis of
wandering pain
patience
creatures
but enough of them

mad crazy in a fit of runs for a knife
I look carefully
maybe he for once found something century
code that was interesting
look at the foliage curtain
is now in a deep abyss
that neither event is a disaster
praise one-flattery
3-year climb from the bottom of
attempt number 2