Текст песни Zero People - Бег

My run is over
Snow on the roadside is known,
What will be exactly with him at night
Prize not received
The crisis is scientific
There is a heap in my head
Truth, each other is steeper

I do not follow them
I will inherit the make-up
Father's half face
And from my mother's winters

Arrogance and poverty, here is a mixture
What is given to us in retaliation
For business, was there faith
Glitter, I believe the world will rise no more beautifully
I will forget all my songs

I do not follow them
I will inherit the make-up
Father's half face
And from my mother's winters

Old photos, magazine covers
I threw everything, nothing left
And new songs, letters from the abyss
So useless, so useless
The window is open and autumn is gone
Leaving a note and hoping to quit
Buy a ticket to the plane and train
To be reliable, that would be on the conscience
To never return