Текст песни House Of Cullture - Нет места

Torn does not want to go up into pieces,
Breathing does not believe in all that prophesy ...

No anger? - Not that it exists,
In the arms of drowning and gently kisses ...

There is no power for revenge - it is understandable.
Samosotkany delirium, stingy, strange ...

He trampled the roads for a long time,
What did not lead anywhere ... no one

Ripped sneakers and unwound the scarf,
And the mind of the dose of resentment died ...

And what do you believe? - I do not know you,
A familiar name - do not remember the face ....

And where is the road? you zaberёsh me?
My body and soul together ... soshёsh

Defeated and torn, not mumbling vpopad,
The road beckoning path to hell ...

Who are you dear? ... I do not see the face ...
I have trodden the world slowly ...

I do not need the sun, rain, Bring me,
On this road - I'm just sleepy streetcar ...

I am here it is, I'm here ... take away as quickly as possible,
Paradise is no place on the map of people ...