Текст песни W.Grinders - Социальный паралич

Start Time - race in width,
From the time you start a war,
Until Friday days to kill quickly,
And no time to think about why to live.

So scared to be alone
With this question, in the stillness of the night,
Looking at the failures of its emptiness,
Seeing the futility of a miserable fate.

On autopilot life bredёsh -
Feelings faded, liquid blood.
I do not believe others would not stand,
Where should I fight - yawn and sleep.

Everywhere blende circle mirages,
In pursuit of them has been used up life
At the finish he convinces himself
What forces were not spent in vain.