Текст песни The Лифт - Опиумные мысли

At night, propping up a lamppost
Smoke opium near the pharmacy,
Forgetting that each slave.
As of old repeats everything forever.

Poetry is eternal, and so always
Carolers not something that requires a lot of
Those who call themselves men.
But the crowd did not understand poetry immediately.

You can kill yourself and me.
Pretend to be dead - no one will know.
But the clank bone, posing.
For the soul no one deceive you!