93 Skills - Маяки
текст песни

All our angels sleep, dreaming lucidly.
All bullets sleep, so there won't be war.
Even a fragmentation shell and a couple of grenades.
A soldier sleeps at his post, hugging his machine gun.
Darkness always thickens before dawn.
Today there are a billion of us, tomorrow two.
What if the devil brings a contract?
What if there's no one to tell all this to? All our angels are sleeping, dreaming lucidly
I encounter the loneliness of life's streaks
Sometimes it seems to me there's no light in the distance
Or rather, the lighthouses have gone out
The bitch is playing on my trust, like in the mafia
Moving forward, walking on a scalpel
Teach me to love, I don't think I know how
The Motherland stands on the ruins of barricades
No way out
No way out
I'm deceived by fear that there are dead ends everywhere
And I would be glad to believe
It's too early for us to die
If you have a dream, then try to protect it
It's too early for us to die
Something beats inside, the size of a fist
I promised to challenge the world
For every shot fired in the back
For every wrong, sinful choice
For friends and enemies
For every bad breath
I remember your joy and pain
Emptiness and fragments of poetry in my soul
All our angels are sleeping, dreaming lucidly
I encounter the loneliness of life's streaks Stripes
Sometimes it seems to me that there is no light in the distance
More precisely, the beacons have gone out there
The bitch is playing on my trust, like in the mafia
Moving forward, walking on a scalpel
Teach me to love, I don't think I know how
I don't think I know how
All our angels are sleeping, dreaming lucidly
I encounter loneliness in life's stripes
Sometimes it seems to me that there is no light in the distance
More precisely, the beacons have gone out there
All our angels are sleeping, dreaming lucidly
I encounter loneliness in life's stripes
Sometimes it seems to me that there is no light in the distance
More precisely, the beacons have gone out there
All our angels are sleeping, dreaming lucidly
I encounter loneliness in life's stripes
Sometimes it seems to me that there is no light in the distance
More precisely, the beacons have gone out there
All our angels are sleeping, dreaming lucidly
I encounter loneliness in life's stripes
Sometimes it seems to me that there is no light in the distance
More precisely, the beacons have gone out there, the beacons have gone out