Текст песни Ряд Специалистов - Полые Люди

“Mr. Kurtz is dead!”
                 
We are hollow people
Stuffed, not people
We bow together,
Trash in the head.
Muttering together - quiet and dry
Without feeling and essence
Like wind in dry grass,
Or rats in a pile of glass
Or tin.
Something without form
Shadows without color
Muscle without strength
Gesture without movement.
Staring souls
Beyond the edge of another kingdom of death
See that we are not lost
Stormy souls, but only
Hollow people
Stuffed, not people.
Something without form
Shadows without color
Muscle without strength
Gesture without movement ...