Singer: Pilot. Page 4

Ask the impossible,
Don't live with hope,
Don't let the door
Open you.

Ragged sneakers, a rope around his neck,
Ragged veins, five letters on the wall - "damn"
My dream blue pajamas,
And eight kilometers on the road...

Consciousness is immersed in the zeros
Already a reality slipped aside,
Fell and was lying in the dust,
The roof breaks over the gulls in pursuit.

And coming across your name on one of the graves,
You are horrified to feel that you have been,
And what are you left with instead of dreams,
To take care of her, watering the flowers...

Where guardians of the Law innocently
Allow scum to sell heroin!

Now knowledge does not need to be taught, you can just have fun.
Diploma you can always buy and do not strain.
Polishing is your brain educates you and your country
The horned kings will soon welcome in its ranks a new goat.

And remembering his name for one of the tables
You are horrified to feel that you are not ready
To rectify the mistakes what you have done in the way,
What you've done in the way...

But if I'm tired, come in, live here today.

Without ammunition I can't take up the gun!

Adults teach you morality, but they do not follow it.
The discrepancy between laws and actions is a good lesson for children.

Glass on eyes. Hide your smile.
In the list of the dash - you do not exist in the ranks.
On hand you have a username and password. There will be only your pain.

Where in the gray bricks
We lost childhood, a faint trace...

Where are you when does not warm up in a cold bed with black and white dreams?
Where are you when I go single on the crowded apartments through courts?

A lot of pretty girls in the world
and the wife one.