Текст песни РисБо - Дирижер

The city will take out the earpiece from the ear,
will listen to me to enjoy the game:
There's a multitude of wind mills pipe
I'm grossed out.
On asphalt I slip vinyl needle

Production of the Soviet Union.
This orchestra pit zayuzat tools
In this heap
I find answers to the most intimate, the fact that so tormented.

I will lie to you in three boxes,
Just listen to my music,
And I was released, the city, huh?
After all, your bond as
Eternity.

Muses maimed.
Music heals.

Here people walk, how the strings
As it touches the top hand.
Tell me, leave me how?
Where a ladder into the sky here in The Truman Show?
People bang their heads against the wall,
Nastukivaya rhythm.
And you, on nodding lie there
Personal inviolability of the system.

Here
Better safe than God cares.
Really happy we are deprived?
There is an exit:
You're either the conductor,
Or simply wait for silence.