Текст песни Триада - Нечего Терять

Nothing to lose, not what to believe,
Somewhere zateryanyVyhoda last door. Piece of paper
Fill the empty streets,
From the outbreak of hatred
You have to squint!
Nothing to lose,
Not what to believe,
When mislaid
Last exit door!
At the bottom of the empty karmanov-
Pinch of Hope! How premature
His ears hysterical ston-
Maybe this is a dream! ..

Truism
From the ruins of Palestine, strong as wine,
Invigorates adrenaline back!
A new wind is blowing,
From the ashes of old idols etim.Raznosit
Callous world!
Lear sdohla-
Many long-fuck all!
By the last breath
No podneset glass of water!
Burned mechty-
Empty show-off,
Little things Feint!
Bastards muddy water Dig ditches!
Extinguish sparks soul-
Morality is the weight of the eggs!
Say,
And when was the last time
I realize that you are - scum ?!
Himself not kras-
Everyone wants to relish
To live and not to divide,
Do not fall into the swamp of underground games
Without leaving his kennel,
But this is only dreams!
Bro,
Where everything goes ?!
I would like to move back!
Icon laments
From projectile
Eyes grow heavy ...
Eyes ...

Nothing to lose,
Not what to believe,
Somewhere mislaid
Released last door!
Piece of paper
Fill the empty streets,
From the outbreak of hatred
You have to squint!

Nothing to lose,
Not what to believe,
When mislaid
Last exit door!
At the bottom of the empty karmanov-
A pinch of hope!
As before-
His ears hysterical ston-
Maybe this is a dream! ..

I walk into the old room-
Dark and dumb out there!
Under the ceilings ogromnymi-
Windows with bars cold!
Have not I felt such freedom!
Shudder noise open windows,
I sit down on kortochki-
On the floor mount old newspapers,
From candle flame intricately dancing silhouette,
On the walls portraits of those
Whose song speta-
Real poets,
Individuals - if a reason for the plot!
Huddled against the wind,
I traversal meters,
Hiding somewhere in the ghetto
Brain fear!
The pendulum in the corner makes a new dimension,
His ears - mute acapella!
I see my same body
Under a pile of photos,
I start to understand them strahe-
The fate of the presidents,
Generals
Small tents patent people
From time backward,
Hundreds of tired eyes,
Personalities,
Blood-events
Always new, already old ...
I get to the audio cassettes
...
Incidentally,
Thousands of these tunes
Playing from behind,
I heard a voice:
\ & Quot; Maybe you sit? \ & Quot; ...
As the troops on parade
I walk over to the table,
I do not know why-
Reaching the trunk of a cold ...
Horrified, I throw back! ..
\ "What unpleasant ?!
To begin popyatno-
Life - a movie,
Fate - spindle
Success only spots!
Who needs your confession?! -
Curses,
Spells,
Knowledge,
What povestvovaniya-
Here are thousands - are enemies!
Here are two - are brothers!
You do not even need a mother!
And the table
In the face of the barrel
Lay your decision,
The heart is burning with indignation,
Contempt!
But I'm close to obedience! -
Kneeling, make the sign of the cross! "/
Perot grasping,
Straining to live cod,
I take a piece of paper and acrylic,
Dropping into curves letter drops of water
Another saga-new line,
Such as I alone,
Not dotting,
Splashing out on the chain,
With tears to shreds inside!
And I believe - it's just flowers!
Under eye circles,
In the blazing light of dawn -
I jump up,
Waking up from a dream!
Around the darkness!
Takes a sip of wine,
Light comprising
Notice
On the table are two of its sheet sleep! ..
Sleep! ..
From my sleep!
Nothing to lose,
Not what to believe,
Somewhere mislaid
Released last door!
Piece of paper
Fill the empty streets,
From the outbreak of hatred
You have to squint!
Nothing to lose,
Not what to believe,
When mislaid
Last exit door!
At the bottom of the empty karmanov-
A pinch of hope!
As before-
His ears hysterical ston-