Larghetto - Изотопы
текст песни

Past the shields of endless advertising.
Past of houses.
Past of empty cities.
Past broken glasses.
Half-brine lines of factories
I know there is little time.
There is little time.
But we are still waiting for us.
Among the broken hopes.
Smells of exhaust pipes.
We are in a dead end, as if written off in the scourge.
But our voices will fill these places.

My home is cold - as if Jupiter.
Jupiter
There are no events in it.
Events
Dark night will throw his nod.
Will open a new sheet of the readable book itself.
In order to find me here the output one
Hundreds of apartments ...
It is necessary to go among dichotomies.
Not along the way
Either eternity or on a moment.
Blind from shine showcases,
Do not climb the inner world.

You do not see ...
You do not find ...
Among the dirty swamp
Your pure spring.
Where are we waiting for!
Do you hear?
Where are we waiting for!
There is paradise ...

Everyone, I remember everything and evil on the world ...
Isotopes
Their image in it is drawn.
Fights of the soot from matches on the ceilings.
And our voices will fill these places.

Life path, wrinkle paths on face,
Grimized.
Hiding it with alcohol, run from problems.
But you are with them on the same map.
You will not leave just breaking the Atlas.
Man, news tape Dog -
Loneliness on wires
Tell others.
Light headlights in a concrete fence, before you deadlock.
Thug shaver, fire inside.
Here are angels, demons ... at the next walls ...
Hysterical Reserve, envy, not dreams.
All here are running and dreaming of ...
All that
What time is time to spend in vain.
I found you what I was looking for ...
Through thorn to the stars from the holes.
Your breath with a pulse in the temples.