Текст песни 9 Дней До Свободы - Эстетомания

Without feelings without tears
In comatose state
Without dreams and dreams
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With a gray poult face labby past the same houses, he gloomily sullen and his voice ends words said earlier
Singers that everyone praise dirty dancing, booze and sex
And he would get home to get home and right in clothes at last

He would be afraid of late to be late for fifteen minutes
And worry that in the star dancing it as last time they will not take
But this is understandable, what is the mortal there, only to circle on empty shores
All laurels and honor, money and loyalty again leaving pseudogogogs

Without feelings without tears
In comatose state
Without dreams and dreams
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He does not care, he is one in the world, here a lot of people, but no one
Who could understand and under Quarantin he puts the whole world, despising him
What is the goal here, some mirage, a lush contact where there is no soul
Some bodies, with a filling of a lie, no visible people, some rooms

And how to love all this shit, because he is one with a mind here,
What he says is nothing for them
Their thoughts are not yet in the germs phase
So where is the deception, maybe he is blind
Closing my shoes with myself
He sleeps sweet, and like a magnet
Introducing other people's words in mind

Without feelings without tears
In comatose state
Without dreams and dreams
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With a gray poult face labby past the same houses, he gloomily sullen and his voice ends words said earlier
Singers that everyone praise dirty dancing, booze and sex
And he would get home to get home and right in clothes at last