baton - Вдыхай
текст песни

inhale this smell and exhale back
You are pleased yes you are pleasant
Try to catch the light of your soul
look at the nurseries and who you tell me
whisper in your ear
Yes, for the Soviet heart is deaf
A frantic knock is jamming everything around
you are like a cash apparatus and only they are happy
You have long scored on a crazy cry of conscience
You dream of becoming a star of some kind of story
You watch the news less and less
where in every main strip people like you
But more and more often you resort to shadow
hiding somewhere in the unknown and darkness
You were not ready for this fight
And from the soul comes the stormy smell
rye pitch inhale it inhaled
On people like you have long been all all over ...
You will not find a pier among people
And now ...
Run on
After all, you were not called
Your paths go to the mimmo of our village
We do not need brutal bastards in houses
You sold your souls for prejudices
Your place in domain furnaces
Light and fire your only fear
Feeling feelings and love
foaming on the stones your blood