Текст песни Azot A-K - Дымовая завеса

the exhaust of the factory lazily stretches over the city
hiding heaven from us like hiding freedom
what breed will you be? don't hide the truth from the people
to be sick with pride - not to be proud, no matter what kind

the sky over your souls is covered with thick fog
flock, kites, bodies are empty and abandoned
the veil makes the savage of yesterday ruffled
costume and price tag - 2 indicators of days lived

the poet hides human vices deeper into the lines
will knock your feet on the rapids, but will not turn off the road
do not clog your ears with the speeches of fermented souls
choosing the worst of the best is unlikely to hit the jackpot

Injection "intraconscious", for psychos by nature.
By air, the virus of "alien fashion".
Although your path is a matter of time and choice, it is commendable
but I would not rejoice in advance, at night in the distant light.

Anyone who sees a bright light is eliminated from the game for 2 minutes.
Those who see regularly, on the bench,
or the stands are cleaned, in general, they serve the guests ...
For their work and for their service, the boss will pour bones ...

fierce gray curtain covered as under pressure
they make forms of us, because formlessness is not interesting
if the enemy is a shadow, then the bleed is useless, of course
chopping at the root is the best way out, albeit painful

who is above your mind? who controls your knowledge?
who cleans up memories with deeds objectionable to him
the voice will warm the muses, and the whip on the broken place
the cause of all this is the smoke screen.