Song: Culture

We all are not happy people
Whose bodies on the bed were changed.
Here, on the ruins, a new house to shelter my pain
In this music, hiding thousands of crazy acts!

People shavaet shit and miss that which is eternal.
But we again see the stars without light existing,
But these stars will tell us about an empty life.
Look up! Like a lot of me in this song to put?
Enough of the lies to deceive themselves, to curiti,
Erasing the memory of spilled glasses of gin?

We are ready for anything, while there is a little fire!

The art is, but now it doesn't hurt the soul -
It's not that people are stuck between two worlds.