Текст песни ZнаковNet - 8 марта

Somehow sad, friend, sad
Yes and not sad - empty.
People miserable walk with flowers
Give flowers to each other.
What is inside of me?

Somehow disgusting, Friend, disgusting.
Remember the past, childhood -
Local colors.
And most importantly, everything is honest.

And I look. People are so beautiful.
What are all the ugliness in themselves looking for?
And all with flowers. Very nice.

Yes. There was enough courage in childhood
Cry in public, ask for little things.
Yes. In childhood, there was enough color.
And now everything is black and white?
Made masks.

And I look. People are so beautiful.
What are all the ugliness in themselves looking for?
And all with flowers. Very nice

Meaning? No need for meaning. Enough of thoughts.
Enough destructive power inside.
Forgive me, Friend.
Sorry.