Текст песни ZANDY - Эпоха истребления

Verse 1:

How do I unsubscribe now from all
As the thought out of my head.
Late back to look around for a long time
Luck runs swallow dust.

Yes, now I do not believe in those days that remain in the shadows.
Relationship - the veil on more tang.
You're wrong, you divide. You're not a slave - lord
But a fear of dashing settled.

What a feeling for me - a mystery
And at night the walls whisper - presses.
Inside - outside it is - a war.
And did not know who it governs.

Sometimes it seems that because of the rubbish at the seams from the noise of the house.
I'm not the Titanic but am taking your secrets to the bottom.

peripeteia - were to enter the poison
we wander in the darkness without finding the exit.
From impotence - gaze
on Armistice Day by day

Which was not at all This is a game of imagination
Every day a new conflict, without the right to kill.
liters of tea with ginseng we will not be saved.
And happiness does not will give the mountain of broken dishes.

A lump in the throat of the mountain fell into a quarrel - insults
He looks out a handful of money and embroiled us money Idol
Here we can not see the edges eats vacuum
Let one of us would be ashamed of our bodies cold

Now I did not want to hurt you like that
But the world is cruel and has accumulated a pile of facts
Falsely music and rhythm cycles past
The act finished tear on pacifism pacts.

Chorus:
I would ... you let go of the roar of the crowd
What's behind us do not subside.
Exterminating moments all the words to the wind,
we are no longer in the right to bear nonsense.
Divide in two worlds
And in the morning arrange plague feasts.
It goes to the end of our era extermination
I sincerely wish that did not reach the main truths of the debate.

Verse 2:
Return to the origins of the trails can trampled underfoot way.
weave intrigue those who swear that monogamy.

A heart like a stone but continues to play on camera
choosing the wrong, right on top of us fell.
Not really realizing that zero sense and attention
In the furnace fly all the crowd that believed and listened to us.

No more, my mania, meaning in your search for
I lived in search of understanding as a concise soul in a vice
Lost all desire to oases in the desert,
And I saw you through even to themselves and not to allow.

Under the order tired, but keep away from the skin flattery
Under the mouth to hide the truth - the meticulous Mummery.
And you believed all that I will not napletal
After all, the last word for me - an epitaph and a stove.

Chorus:
I would ... you let go of the roar of the crowd
What's behind us do not subside.
Exterminating moments all the words to the wind,
we are no longer in the right to bear nonsense.
Divide in two worlds
And in the morning arrange plague feasts.
It goes to the end of our era extermination
I sincerely wish that did not reach the main truths of the debate.