Текст песни и быть может - нет планов на завтра

we have nothing in itself is not
moving the checkers on the life we ​​eat
(and someone comes in the Kings)
come on! running in circles
hand, ruin, once - a pile
stones fill up our dead bodies
and there is no sound, you know, there will be more
no sound is dark and dull,
death - a whore
we transmitters are important only the incoming and outgoing signals
only the degree of sincerity is important - how many times have we repeated
diving into Bezden misunderstanding, seeking there skrazhali
I represent a contrasting hypocrisy
meryaya degree of useless sensations
in harmony with the inner emptiness that has consumed all
You barely light in the abyss of peace and harmony
fireflies in the realm of Hades
but it is better to go with the Styx,
than this running in circles of hell
where everyone is looking for a place under the sun
skvorcha bacon in a pan of everyday life
of the people all the juice drips
Gods created for themselves gods themselves
I throw off the shackles from his wrists
Please be patient
Now in the morning
I open the door, singing
bird ceases to have value
brave fight with the routine, but
One is a warrior, anyway
life - spindle movie that twist
on the screen over the table in the casino
if we are all actors
I go through the back door of the theater, chtoo?

no plans for zavtranet plans for tomorrow
social whim reluctantly sent Forums
no plans for tomorrow, there are no plans for tomorrow
whether you're here though the hare, though the turtle

every time you think that the feet touched the bottom
it falls below
Wave your tipper
you're not getting to anything closer
nowhere near

the whole life of the fall of the spiral staircase
I would hang on a hook crescent
Do you see future developments without interference?
if life is just a mortal sin?

if there is no wind, pull the oars
throw them overboard and fuck drift
youth - it's just singed youth
We are drowning in a sea of ​​troubles, and mercury

no plans for tomorrow.