Текст песни Записки Сумасшедшего - На дне

Again tears sky melt stream
Human stupidity and mistakes.
Look in the face of passersby
And see the sources of their cognitive dissonance
In the desire to create, and not to pull up ....
By the will of a no-phosphoric balance.
Know that somewhere do light
But for us only
Surrogates.
Surrogates of art and heat ...
Surrogates evil and good in the form
Archaic lamps in empty entrances ...
Toy wars in Tirana apartments
And imaginary happiness that leads
To wet latex in the garbage chute,
What will take all of us
Existential crisis.
Finding on the bottom of the sump along with someone used by love, we understand our destination.
The purpose is to be extras and fill the voids.
Like any scenery, get to the landfill.
There find God, which will be tired homeless,
And drink with him to the bottom, recognizing defeat.
Fall at the bottom. Die. To rise in the morning ...
And bury another day.