Текст песни март иден - повод поминать лихом

And the truth only hurts our ears ,
beats in the chest , tears eyes
everyone who was responsible for market
and did a bit of a better world.

Listen .
She whispers softly ,
wind rustle on the lips .
Someone let the truth - a cyst ,
and I remember an occasion dashing .

Silenced .
She rumor word .
You want to hear it ?
Language lead us to New York ,
and the truth only in the trash wire.

Take it - the prodigal son ,
it does not make us wait
how old jacket hanger
and each
in the distance
without assumptions.