Lyrics Святослав Баскаков - Земля Франца Иосифа

Mechanical agony alarm clock beats.
Thirty revolutions back around the sun
You came into this world through the tunnel from the light,
But everything is arranged so that you do not remember about it.

You wake up broken in a stale bed,
You do not know the one who lives in your body,
Your attachments are electrocuted,
You look like a butterfly that has not defeated the cocoon.

But there is time,
You can still make up for everything,
Run, run,
Save what's left ...

Franz Josef Land is a territory of freedom.
The land of Franz Josef is eternal ice and cold water.
Franz Josef Land is among the ruthless white hell.
Franz Josef Land is probably what you needed for a long time.

You go to work, there is, as always, Monday,
Change the amount of time for the amount of money.
The senseless process of chasing the shadow,
But you can not not swim.

You turn on the TV, you're back in Hollywood,
You go into worlds that are not, and will not.
Among the touching lies, among the scenery and makeup,
While real life is passing by ...

But there is time,
You can still make up for everything,
Run, run,
Save what's left ...

Land Franz Josef - there for money does not float steamers.
Franz Josef Land is a territory of freedom.
Franz Josef Land - there you can not buy a ticket or a visa.
The land of Franz Josef is close by, you are close to it.

Not in the sky star - a cigarette butt in a puddle,
Your life flies by, you do not need anyone.
Tomorrow you will die, there will be nothing to remember,
And you live as if you are eternal ...

But there is time
You can still make up for everything ...