Текст песни Виконт - Чужие игры

It divides the world into hundreds of thousands of pages
Indifferent people, the flow of succession
Glitter, genteel gloss
It infests more than the brain.
It elevates the role of fools leads behind him.

Dead world of advertising, we handily stuffs
Multicolored Idol, finally one
In the sky, dirt, dirt in the hearts
Enchanted ligature
It carries on clean sheets rotten spot.

Do not look in the windows of cities
Do not look for love, drop to the bottom
Become another's transparency
Look at the world without words.
Light red platted over his head
Strange dome down exudes pus
The shadow froze woes behind
Do not look in shop windows, in a strange world.

I spit at you for what you're not
And over the years, the will is transformed into a myth
The pain subsided, you are king
You play the role
But you go and not himself at the behest of others.

Warm city selected verse and fear
With a dark alley you alone
Who is right, who is wrong
True, where cooler temper.
And my heart beats out of time in a cold chest.

Do not look ...
Do not search...
Be different ...
Look ...