Текст песни Один Панк - Морды

On colored muzzles hopeless people
Their eyes are breathing death and pity of their day,
Immoral kind and legitimate ambition,
They would have to be killed to erase from the face!

In the silent faces of unlimited success,
Embracing hands confused between all
Their feelings of deception as they themselves are,
Do not believe their words you look at them!

On indifferent skin spineless life
Power, turnover and jumping up,
Status and inaudible cosmic bluff
Adoption in the community and you're the best!

What remains for me, and so my view,
Viewpoints up, and be the vragom- Gad,
With mind came down alone and always screaming,
The fact that I see you on through, this probably is my misfortune!