Текст песни Игорь Зорин - Послание в бездну

Beauty bottomless Through the Looking Glass,
Grease the lonely life I am not torn.
Fudge - cyanide faeces.
Truth, as it happens, I am not afraid.

If nothing can be built,
It can take everywhere to destroy !?
My death is anything but worth it,
After all, I took myself to disarm

Covering your ass bench,
Something discusses the wonderful people:
First chirping canary,
Then bleak puke.

Bending to his own kind,
Guys just smoke and drink,
Work name-calling hack,
But all and have long recognized.

Disappointment was close.
Magnifying the effect of early words,
Charms Mom - small fry,
Then to dishonor their fathers.

Parting philosophical edge,
Push fairness
Those who cynically laughing bitterly at:
Clever one who is hungry and unwashed