Текст песни 4пыль - Числами уч. Брюс

What prevents us to be numbered among the vowels
Be honest among consonants
Being pure passion among
Be among the stale sweets (2x)
Someone upstairs sees that we look at his feet
Someone hears our prayers without verbs
Who out there believes in the Last Judgement, but judged strictly
And the good, who, without doing evil, kills shock
Someone will throw us into the back of signs
After all, we are blind and naive
As usual, we look for the color to black and white pictures
As immortal afraid to admit,
With old age, not a defeat
And Malevich put into the void
His imagination
I do sparing feelings, I turned a deaf ear to the requests
I'm stupid and just hoarding up
I recognize originals
I fill their shelves
I keep everything in memory,
But the habit trust film
Archives on compact tell
As once ran on time
Storing up missing and spending
Poetry and prose in notebooks
I trust the ink and keep power
In fact, to go under these motives
Caught directives and detectives
We become unnecessary,
But most simply empty
Desert esters fill us in anguish
And we have other
Just howling in the zeros hoarded weekend
She looks like bronze, but still middle-aged
Religion mixing, choosing brands
Other relics and charms
Sons of the sun will not give way to the sky
And we have become ashes to never be snow
Still, I was the one who no one ever was
What's to stop us from being numbered among the vowels
Be honest among consonants
Being pure passion among
Be among the stale sweets (4x)