Текст песни Записки Неизвестного - Оторванная часть

The sky drove into the crown, the memory -
Stainless nails,
And bark with a dumb soul
It remains only with anger:
A colorful world of illusions
World of suffering - anathema,
This world melts the body,
The world is melting in the dead of time.
Killing before birth
With the inscription "for the good."
Rain beating under an umbrella
Tattered paper face.
Thirteen thousand screams
Only turn into a whisper
Grumble, there were no pictures here,
But photos are driven into stones.
Under the eternal hat of the sky
Dumb life network,
There is no bread under the hat
Lost lot.
To the cries of the unborn -
By eternity from a cannon.
On the shelves in stores,
Toys cried.
Wretched attempt
To start all over again,
Diving into the Penance
from the decayed pier.
Dug up tomorrow
In today's mouth.
The integrity of the universe -
The torn part.
Glasses clanging festive nights
The noise of a festive noise
'Cause people howl like a wolf
Gnawing at the sterility of their own thoughts!
"Let me in pain - a naughty body!
Disfigured by birth is resurrected by execution.
Past
Stations -
resurrection
To the station -
Saturday,
Carries us
intoxication,
And on the lips
frozen vomiting.
Marina of the present
sang a wind song with leaves.
They killed with a flame that they could have killed with sparks.
burned with thoughts
last scraps.
torn scratches you can not pull off with threads!