Текст песни Olivia - Банально

No angels and devils on the ground -
Hackneyed truth utterly.
And it makes no sense to look for a grail,
And do not fall into the soul, as you no Aim.

And there is no saints, saints only have,
But those of another battered pieces.
They have long been a drunk honor
And exchanged halos on edge.

No faithful wives, have mistress lies,
And they matched husbands cats in March.
It's so easy hunting relish live
And do not trip over themselves at the start.

Friends of the left, too, with gulkin horseradish.
Though hundreds of them, each in contact with.
Naive belief - benefits in return,
Measured and weighed tactless

Those who have their banal "How are you?"
Hide indifference skillfully.
Smile-brace brought ICQ
And Cour neoschipannym sang.

Trite, simple, black and white life ...
And every day the same as yesterday.
That's just the heart is no longer lit,
And from so cold and scared ...