Singer: 7Раса

I believe the free world is
Green, no fences, as my forest.

Who decided that I prefer the taste of concrete?
Who decided that I prefer the smell of gasoline?
That'll prompt a sewn in plastic heart:
This is your happiness?

But killing time in vain,
You know, in retaliation, time will age you.
But does this Universe need your pain?
You have hands - paint, foot - play,
A head to understand, finally, what's inside your heaven

Stretches of time without Sunny days.
All so tired, but everyone is waiting for news.

By their complex offense like the destroyed buildings...
No, nothing hurts, I have from the memories
Evil, what did you bring me, and my protective reactions...
The moisture from my eyes the veil of laughter, I have no one here to fight.

If you do not know what hatred is -
You would never in me then shoots!

What do you do in that abandoned house, where the fragile beams of heavy past?

Late autumn, early spring
Again don't know where else to go
Very heavy mood
Borderline
As blood became thicker
So hard the heart beats.

People brutalized from a lack of vitamins,
I increasingly something unkind to throw in the back...

If the pattern of the constellations like a bow taut,
A series of stuffy lives - tative nerazryvno.
Then thy spirit, perhaps, like an arrow
Tempered in the flames of a thousand suns!

Money and power will always be war.
At least change the flags, even the names!

But you have hands to play!
Legs - run!
Head to understand simple laws of love!

And no, no need to pretend would
As time goes on, and I'm falling, falling...
Between the spans. In that building next
From the warm roofs, smile without hypocrisy.

All my neighbours love
This is March snow:
Ty, nasty,
I speed up and running...