Текст песни Стим - Пятницкий

this world is made of me, an egoist, they do not allow me to float — they watch that you fly low, because I am still not on the lists for passage to Eden, so why shouldn't I sin like everyone else? Make me anesthesia — I have enough pain , I’ve had enough of the role of executioner in natural selection. I crossed the road to many — yes and to hell with them — all roads lead to Rome, we will meet in Rome!