Singer: The GROTTO. Page 3

The role of the people, for me, harmful to society.
The wise Creator will one day distribute to my relatives.

Gray asphalt ribbon connected all our cities, like mountain climbers.
This is the best insurance for the moment when suddenly, under the feet collapse the ledge.

Concrete figures, the network of road junctions,
City-constellations illuminate the planet empty.
And only big things on top visible to the eye,
No big things of us if it were not there.

Man is so small that it is not seen,
Neither one of us is not visible from the window.
Paintings of the ocean off the coast strips,
The verge of the continents beautiful and amazing,
Man no, but apparently his hopes,
Visible, the inner scale of the local inhabitants.

That would cost money words, I want to say - pay.
How much would be the weight in them, focus, attitude.
We were finished with the nails in trying the right phrase to find,
Only fiction is, in reality, words are worth nothing.

Artificial stars electric glare, fertilizer information, we created a great,
We created happiness and dispersed the clouds in each compartment of the screen, we talked about how better.
Further, obstruction of benefits, the likeness of the earthly Paradise, as if the last watering before harvest.

Pour to the brim, tincture hot iron illusion your head on your shoulders.

In the end, the school sent to hell with a Bang. Here we come, street, free, young, and bold,
The doorway, the bottom, it is in nature much, that we were taught in the Western music videos and movies.

Then it was not possible to score and fumbled in Google, which meant the disintegration of the Soviet republics
These are the same people, all peacefully and without a fight, just changed the flags, the name of the country to another.
In the bosom of Starchikov axes, knives and chisels, the reform of the change of currency, a road through two Chechen.

Not that the enemy took, the enemy staged from the benefits of the dam,
Got a satanic ball of the children is zero.

In the ring of arable weekdays and weekends dancing really happily soulless meat.

Wagon punish Audi, the trail goes cold,
Directly to the network from behind the wheel was flying, "kewl" posts.
Steel on asphalt two ragged furrows -
But this does not mean that I now have to fear drive.

The fires will go out soon, extinguished and coals,
But it will not extinguish the hearts that raging love.

At the turn of the century since the death bet,
Hold hands and inscribe a legend in history!