Текст песни Гамора - Разум не стал праведным

The mind does not become righteous
And I never was
Thank heaven for the thrill
And hardened nerves
For sore credo
What ever betrayed
On the wings of okolennyh
We fly to meet the wind

It is something to see in bright summer clothes
I am looking forward to see those who do not have as before
Hand something would cut under the gnashing
Selecting snap, go, you are not holding
As the pendulum is suspended over the prone
At speeds of rabid hiking and courtyards
Crunches asphalt underfoot us wall
Time to drown the music in the range of gray
Under fluorescent light
No more stories about Pruszcz and speed
Do not wait for the news. not dusty attic is full of ideas
The next day burning in stereo

The mind does not become righteous
And I never was
Thank heaven for the thrill
And hardened nerves
For sore credo
What ever betrayed
On the wings of okolennyh
We fly to meet the wind