Lyrics Телевизор - Квадраты

And yet the order of things is ridiculous
People melting metal
Cutting fabric and pebble bread
Someone shamelessly robbed you

Not only your work, love, leisure
Stole the toastfulness of open eyes
Set of truth feed from hand
The ability to think was stolen from you

Every question was given the answer
All seeing don't see you nor zgi
Became matrices of newspapers
Your bad brains

But no answer to the main question
Dressed gray and pestro
In the morning and evening like a vacuum cleaner
You are tightened in the subway

And now you go a thick caviar
All as one on one
People who know how to shove
People who know how to mine

But go behind a number
AT! AT! AT! AT!
Still only on the parade
People who know how to kill

But one day, the environment of small cases
Give you a foothold
I decided to break out beyond
Sockery lanterns

You rebelled, shouting steal!
You do not want to give yourself
And here you will come to you
People who know how to convince

Their words will be elevated
Will be accommodating and kind
They will prove as twice two
What you can not leave the game

And you get a poor brother
Lost brother you will be forbidden
Under the chant in your square
You will be carefully returned

But if you strengthen you
Don't let go still
Sneakly perform from the dark
People who know how to kill

You will be like a kin swallowing melancholy
And on the squares as if in a dream
Blue flap will be drawn
Black grille in your window.