Текст песни 8.NEKROPOLIS prod - По периметру

Here I look at batyu, I think he thumps?
I am wondering what life lacks.
Like a house wife children, and everything as it should,
But blue hail pours it vnature scum.
I often think that all of us will
Well, to us it is with all the guys from the yard, with whom everyday life
On end, what will and what leads
This life, in which the eternal cycle
Those who live to old age, will raise grandchildren
And someone close his eyes, does not reach sidin and wisdom
It's fate, it will break or lead to the dream
In it, I believe, even when nischite
We are more accustomed to sweat for babos
We do not pamper mom, dad, used to suffer
The life of this, but tormented by the question what next?
Who do we become? , Uydёm earlier or later?
Chorus
Pain or fear of what awaits. pain or fear
Tears of happiness or grief are our eyes
Laughter and joy, happiness, or vice versa
Only the creator knows that each of us waiting