Текст песни Ноль - Блуждающий Биоробот

Minutes count days, days count years.
You are standing on the road, go without knowing where.
The future is fog, the past is deception
The future is fog, the past is deception ...

Or tell me, maybe what you dream, dream of a warm sea.
Or sovdep's prison, in joy or in grief.
The future is fog, the past is deception
The future is fog, the past is deception ...

   What are you dreaming
   What are you dreaming
   What are you dreaming
   Wandering biorobot.
   What are you dreaming
   What are you dreaming
   What are you dreaming
   Wandering biorobot.

Well, fumbled, freaks, fucking kings of nature.
Well, tremble in bad weather, if you forgot where you came from.
And in the stone hives trying to find peace and quiet,
The law put a harsh protection of their own sleep.

But silence you will not reach, you will wake up with thunder and lightning,
And how one will turn in his native gasoline smoke.
Cheese mother-land trampled, utterly utterly mutilated,
And so pretty suffered, and now comes the full

      Fucked up - especially close ...
      Fucked up - close as ever ...
      Fucked up - getting closer ...
      Every day, every day ...

The wind drives garbage through stone labyrinths.
Asphyxiation is stronger and stronger every day.
The sun is frying mercilessly, cars threaten me,
In this beautiful world we live with you

      So we sing ...

In the boxes of apartments, we freeze,
In the battle with shit, we die ...
The future is fog, the past is deception ...
The future is fog, the past is deception ...

   What do you dream, what do you dream,
   What do you dream, wandering biorobot.
   What do you dream, what do you dream,
   What do you dream, wandering biorobot.