Текст песни БАНК - прах

We only kiss the wrong hands - that beating us on the cheeks
Serpent called her friends, rats - pals
On their own bodies build temples false gods
For the gods of debauchery and pyanok we lie down bones

Wine lapped, crying, looking for more pain
Control, losing after the fifth glass
We bend and suffer taught in school
Scourge teacher's resignation, we listened ...

We only kiss the wrong hands - that beating us on the cheeks
Serpent called her friends, rats - pals
On their own bodies build temples false gods
For the gods of debauchery and pyanok we lie down bones

We parted with my childhood, destroying dust
There were pale, with circles under the eyes
We seek out those who sold and bought us
And every day we caught up with a breakdown

We only kiss the wrong hands - that beating us on the cheeks
Serpent called her friends, rats - pals
On their own bodies build temples false gods
For the gods of debauchery and pyanok we lie down bones

We have broken doll, greeted the new century,
Lubyanka and Arbat we become a second home
Swallowing smoke, breathing in pink snow
It is with great happiness we were not familiar

We only kiss the wrong hands - that lie and promise
Snake called wives, rats - best friends
We got an apartment, but the spirit - impoverished ...
As before, we do not protest - we are dust under the boots ..