Текст песни Триада - ''Орион'' - Лабиринт

Somewhere alongside jackals howled, bells rang,
The smoke from torches flew out with a yoke ...

Here it is, my punishment, the loss of meaning
The gift of being always right in the thorns of thoughts, becoming
The old at twenty-two with a small, I'm a drowned man
In the crossings of nightmares, mom on a couple with life

In the world of numbers everything is for nothing, there are no truths now
I drink life, I burn a child's heart
I would warm up! ... Mile miles, burning feet
In the icy dust, we walked along the path of the abyss ...

Here former clerks turned into managers,
Those carefully save money for themselves as an inheritance.
With hope, recall the experience and,
Compared with those who did not regret themselves and fell in drams!

The drug addicts are called rastamans,
Strangely, some rogue wove a trick with a plan from the bonds,
There were telegrams, the days turned into dramas,
We wandered in a labyrinth, there were three pints of water left ...
there are three pints left ...

Stones, stones everywhere! Where to go?
The doors of mystery, the paths to dead ends,
Screws of ridiculous talk smother the flames,
And soon we will completely lose our memory!
So narrow the feast, stranger songs smoke,
Mold, cobwebs, unbearable!
Lose strength here, if there is anything
They leave! We will lose memory!

There is no fire without ash, there is no cold without heat,
There is no weather without wind, an eternal war of temptation and will ...
The melancholy of the block melted for a little while,
Reminding the fools that there is no happiness!

There is no love without pain, people are playing
Strange roles on stage, and in the hall wept
Even cold eyes melted, tears dropped
Young and old, their life was taught

Apply and take blows. Time has come
Leave the basements, it's time to put drippers,
Ice to prick, pray, having tried only once
Poisonous pitches lose their voice ...

And the ability to stop before a cliff.
The sun has cooled! Scientists began to put on pitchforks!
The fate of the lower struck slaps,
Insolent - gave happiness to negligent children, villas!

Courage! The cartridges left the clip,
And the forces of the titans began to tame the shamans,
In a world of evil people, dead ends where the blood
Boiled, but the soul still holds on to the body!

Stones, stones everywhere! Where to go?
The doors of mystery, the paths to dead ends,
Screws of ridiculous talk smother the flames,
And soon we will completely lose our memory!
So narrow the feast, stranger songs smoke,
Mold, cobwebs, unbearable!
Lose strength here, if there is anything
They leave! We will lose memory!