Текст песни 27-ой километр - 1-О, 5-Ё

How many truths are beaten we
Repeat day by day?
But neither I nor he nor you
Let's not blame ourselves
Because they themselves, playing words,
We sit deep in shit;
Because conscience is always right
And there is no end to this mess.

Someone crying, reigning fate
For her inconsistent disposition.
Well, someone is already in the grave
And, of course, in his own way, he is right.
You can't tell a lie from the truth
From theories go crazy.
Maybe you do not live, but sleep,
And the sky is not the sun, persimmon?

You can’t believe anyone at all
But you can’t believe at all.
Therefore i will fall in the grass
And wait for heavy rain.
The rain will pour and my heart
Stop whining for a while.
He will not wash away everything from my soul
But something should he wash away ?!

(Alexander Frolov)