Текст песни Posternak - 12 сентября

Those we were looking for
time not shattered by sands
those who do we carry
the sea will not shit about the rock
Those who we let go
Lights this autumn

In this autumn we let go
those
who will not erase sand
in perpetual void
Between the last mail
and call Skype
Between flights of trains
with whom we are every sigh
in voice
Launched by the air snake
to space
Human relations
with whom are related to the links
The wrists of the line of the neck
forever
Whiskey
Last SMS message
dispatcher
already sees like sad iron birds
With crunch
suddenly
Change courses
Go to two units
Winged volley
East
moving on the west
not responding to call sign
Under the threat of an explosion
Blades at the throat
great city
Fucks scary
When the towers fall
scary from meaningless victims
When part of the guns
There are live people
in shaking
on the bridge
Oxygen masks fall
In this deadly flight
Someone managed to send my last SMS

Those we were looking for
time not shattered by sands
those who do we carry
the sea will not shit about the rock
Those who we let go
Lights this autumn
Those we were looking for
those who do we carry

And absolutely not important
Who and questions
Alcaida or American intelligence
just god need every
We need God
Each method
And therefore absolutely not important
Wrong this not necessary
simply
in this fall
Humanity has become older
into two fallen towers
and do not need to wonder
what for
All the same, the mosque is erected on this place.
in honor of
all pages of this mourning book
I believe that interracial marriages
stronger than
The difference of our religions
than blade for cutting paper
at the throat
than attacks
on any great city
What is love
stronger than powder
that human relations
stronger death
Whether it is the last SMS message
or prayer at the grave of those who died
in the heart
Everyone has its grief
New York smokey tower
His hijacked plane
not yet splashing ice
I know that it's no longer repeat
but even
Relatives of victims
In the end, they forgive terrorists
For the power of forgiveness
stronger Trotila
and longing for another SMS message
for hell we ourselves
For man is made for man
and not for the scriptures,
not for the pages of the Quran or Bibles
For when we loved
We did not ask this question
For our God needs every way
and every individual
And probably the ultimate goal
what would the end of everything
All rivers
shoe
in one ocean of our meeting
For God can not be inhuman
And he is dedicated to my hot speech
For the world is a brilliant mechanism
For the incarnation of life
Our meetings
To create these strongest connections
Human relations
And let it not immediately
But we are solved on the first SMS message
At the first step
Which is so timid
knowing what we can lose sometime and our soul
Go to God
as a plane to skyscrapers