Текст песни Социальная Депрессия - Патологии

Sad face - a paradise for a fantasy
Crowds waiting for broken euthanasia
The herd had eaten, drunk shepherd
She could hear the groans ebuschihsya whores!

Rot not fix the smell of perfume,
Bright feelings and sincerity of the words,
Animal person in artificial light,
Porridge dolls does not need an answer

Here are dancing clowns, evil face,
The focus of some sort of priestess
Outta breath, I'm in the front row,
On this show, I now do not come,

Smiles applause and loud cries,
Bottles, cigarette butts and nervous tics,
Dirty hands on a delicate body,
And these clothes Nahuas are you wearing?

Here everyone is afraid of losing its price,
In the reflection I see soem treason
The faceless crowd, they do not have faces,
And it's beginning, the beginning of the end !!