Текст песни Поника - Пыль

When we die our things
Continue to be in place
The planet will begin to cover the gaps
Instill fear in passers
And the disappointment in his life
And in Mongolia, and in the Holy Land
No salvation from death, anyway
And this is the main leitmotif of life
Even Bigfoot Of course, even the rising sun
It has a safety margin
Even the largest bank will inevitably go bankrupt
River spilled its banks and a choke
I tear off the dust cover from your heart, it still beats
And 99 out of a hundred, it is possible to open the door of its features
To fully overdose on reality
And try to remove shutdown from being matrix
By popping into the outlet fingers or press reading
I smoke a paradise gardens and I can not stay in his manifesto
For a pair of friends who have come just to warm up and enjoy a fruit drink
The error of my calculation is reduced to zero
When I estimate that the other world, but there is one thread
That rubs against the rocks and continues to rot
As long as the one who hangs on it does not fall through the abyss
I was drunk when stealing cars, to ride
And you were sober, but mixed fiction and reality
Sitting in the passenger seat
Let's go so that certain
Brad became clear, and aquarium fish spat in the direction of the ceiling
We were raped at the level of mentality of the dust of my heart
And your soul is missing on that I was going to get warm