Lyrics Последние Танки В Париже - Порядок вещей

Farewell to me it is difficult to say,
so they again fall at home,
so it is impossible to live anymore,
that would not go insane.
We are killed this night,
cold current of cities,
no one can help us,
already painted and ready.

The usual order of things,
the usual order of things,
the usual order of things,
the usual order ... the order of things

Behind the house is a house, year after year,
as if backing off,
and everything goes the other way round,
to whom it is profitable.
Cold current of cities,
there will come a new winter,
I'll trample your love,
that would not go insane.

The usual order of things,
the usual order of things,
the usual order of things,
habitual order ...