Текст песни Alex - Галерея ненужных людей

I do not remember exactly, but once I got
The gallery & quot; unnecessary people & quot;
I saw a woman who suffered,
Mourning the dead sons.
There are many poets, musicians
The inventors, singers ...
In general, the versatile talents
Forgotten classics fathers
Russia was proud of them
While impurity needed it
And no matter what those,
Adults contrary to his homeland.
Brutally strangled and burned,
Bloody hands took the neck,
But killing, he got up on his knees,
Praying to holy life they were in the sky
Repentance is it?
Doubts too high
People trust. without seeing the country involving all hands
Not seeing that the stakes are high
But we - the only players
Or pawns on a chessboard ...
No one knows their roles
Bustle prefer anguish
Trying to find the unnecessary doors passwords
This vast world, and it is tough
Here people to the cemetery instead of the soul
Transgress the threshold
Wait a minute! do not hurry, I'm scared
There remain
Humanity is a bloodthirsty smile
Pending. I feel that something happens ...
I stared at the woman,
As she cries
She went to her and hugged her gently,
Conflicting feelings are not hiding
I sat for a couple of minutes
And berating himself for pity
He stood up ...
She whispered: & quot; care Care & quot;
I turned around,
And she was gone.