Текст песни Дети Хурмы - Изо рта в рот

Psychotropic smog over the city of my
for all these years, I stick with it
I inhale his opening window
He haunts me in the underground labyrinths
slum wind sweeps the sidewalk
someone's face in the dark snatch lights
I do not see expressions see only silhouettes
dubious fame slum poet
as touching the skin supple steel
Me and these views bystanders
cut along the islands of the hemispheres
and so it is difficult to understand what I disturb them
their unwritten law - the subordination of the force
and make adjustments to it I am powerless
I am powerless before the gun
and I disclaim any responsibility for it ...

The smell of the streets, the romance of slums
I care about me does not rest
The smell of the streets, the romance of slums
as an obsession, attracts me to him ... (2)
the smell of the streets
but from him I

Tears
my tears
my tears
Mouth to mouth

2. irritation, doubt, envy, pain
my brain is filled to the edge of a sore
and probably it will not end soon
it does not wash away the stigma of public shame
all moral principles only to the first pain
to first strive to first blood
do not count on me, do not look at me support
I'll be the first to zadernet its curtains
I am helpless before the power of the state
I'm weak, and I am not trying to justify
if you can fight with him one on one
This courageous step, I bow before him
I bow before the senseless struggle
The struggle for freedom is destined to
and if I was ready to sacrifice himself?
Probably not, if I'm still alive!