Текст песни Terpincode - Теория Хаоса

How long is a moment of forgetfulness
To catch up to the cherished features
How much can a rotten water dispenser
Wash the blood from raw bandages
How many people were killed
What has not escaped
The habit to be frank
Well, excuse me .... so happened ...
Now, for all of us
The theory has its own
Around you see hundreds of eyes
In that emptiness
Their head is always full
Lifeless ideas
Do not try to listen to anyone
Live head against his
What dawned snowy summer
Which turned out to be a warm winter.
Yesterday was Sunday,
Tomorrow is Wednesday.
The clock without Digits and arrows
Time is moving backwards.
Boney old man with white hair,
It has become a baby again.
Now, for all of us
The theory has its own
Around you see hundreds of eyes
In that emptiness
Their head is always full
Lifeless ideas
Do not try to listen to anyone
Live head against his
The computer plays the child.
Priest entertains the crowd.
Clown reads prayers,
Living buried in a coffin.
The poor live in skyscrapers,
And the rich are seeking shelter.
Too heavy was free,
Where all spit at each other
Now, for all of us
The theory has its own
Around you see hundreds of eyes
In that emptiness
Their head is always full
Lifeless ideas
Do not try to listen to anyone
Live head against his