Текст песни I Hate Smiling People - восстанавливать сожженные мосты

On my shoulders
Evening falls
Next page First
Black-and-blue injuries.
It hit the streets
Wind backhand -
You want - you do not want,
And there is no place to hide.
Moknesh
Under light
From lamps.
We do not grow up,
Just disappear
From fields
For Battle
Unfit notebooks.
Everything will be alright,
And even -
As always -
Nothing will happen.
Come play pryatki-
Pull up the page.

You, I know,
Too familiar
Coma
When the room is empty,
And the walls
Before the crunch
Caresses with fingers
While the sky calcium
Kipelno white
Sleeps body
Circled with chalk;
While on the shooting,
As at dawn,
In the hungry flocks stray children;
So far, out of the ashes - the living dead -
Slanting rows
Germinate bridges.

Hatred is hidden in the veins of the blasted city
Where in each showcase reflected hunger and fear;
Death in the flash film into the innocent eyes
A child who has lost loved ones in the fire
Infinite everyday life, claimed millions
The same faceless countless semi-corpses.
TV and radio -
Brenna cycle of suffering
Causeless Us lonely deserted streets.
Bridges into the water drain
Dirt and ash,
With trembling fingers, remember
Cold concrete

Oh, if
Become
Even a bit
Older,
Break the chains
Grey wall paper ...
No fear
In the dark sockets.
Let this world
Do not dream
Never!