Lyrics HALL OF FAME - Пустота

- Andrey Vandall
But these streets are my temple, my home.
Otherwise, it will never be. 'Cause I am the one who could not
to drown the memory that has not yet died, but in the past, the bells struck in an instant.
Answer - who is me, who is me, who is me, burns to ashes?

I don’t know and are unlikely to hear the reasons, alas.
Surprisingly I feel, I feel, I feel alive.
We were looking for a standard, in fact - a quarry in the chest, late,
in the end - in the throat and thorn on the way to the stars.

Umbrellas didn’t shelter us under this sun,
for wherever we were, the hand of heights did not leave.
You know, yes, this cannot be taken away.
How embarrassing to be if the wind of freedom is trying to hug you?

And no one else will spend their souls on me.
I tell myself again, but my thoughts are constrained.
And he seems to be ready to give them everything again and again.
I see that I always looked in the eyes, but not the truth, alas.

- Cyril Branch
We move away for a moment from the topic that is so worrying.
These dirty faces sank with the rush, but I'm sure they want the same for me.
Scarlet roses are increasingly in pairs, each of us is not of this world.
Today I’m still in the bars, still the same boy, all that syndrome.

These people are strangers. Strangers to the eyes, these people are not people,
but today I am behind them, today I am not with you, let's see what happens.
The poet burst into tears, but the poet is a tumbler, he can stand on his feet no matter what.
This lady, who ruins the imposing gait, will leave particles behind herself.

The soul reserve is overwhelmed by wolves, but they cannot be tamed.
We call those empty valleys gardens, but the streams are dry.
The base has long accumulated unnecessary false speeches. To stay
It’s impossible, because, whatever one may say, the insurgent’s shoulders cannot bear the burden.

Everything is adrift here, everyone is ready to show me the way.
But the principles themselves ran after the herd, as if involuntarily yielding to vice.
We move away for a moment from the topic that is so worrying,
These dirty faces sank with the rush, but I'm sure they want the same for me.

Chorus:
Well, what hurts my chest so much, tearing me to pieces?
I am lost among the faces that I have not yet been met.
Why all this nonsense, why do I need emptiness?
I don’t know where you are, but still looking for you.

- Maxim Prozzy
Here we can not find the sky - above us are plates, piles, boards.
You won’t flood my bathyscaphe - it’s just yours on it.
Everything else doesn’t really care, because everything else doesn’t matter.
It makes sense to be proud of the frame if it is not steel, but paper?

And tell me how not to love this awesome world
where do the black stripes take off in an instant?
Do you want to take mine? Look, don’t choke on you.
Is our song sung? Spit. We are always ready to encore here again.

And you can’t stop us.
After all, I saw success. Envy asks to press harder on gas.
I am gaining momentum in order to become as big as
Gulliver. Univer, goodbye! I will learn from mistakes.

And I believe everything will work out. How else?
If I doubted, then, believe me, I would not have started.
Here we can not find the sky - above us are plates, piles, boards.
You won’t flood my bathyscaphe - it’s just yours on it.

- Aslan Lion
I beg you heaven, just believe here, trust me.
Behind you - only a moment will fly away nowhere.
Like faith in a vein, like a shot - fall,
like light in the shadow, like scars on the body.

Longing here is for those who are in the subject with us. Just throwing all the targets in flames.
It’s too late to forgive - erase my memory, because faith and nonsense have changed places. Everything!
I lost this fight and the moon here, alas, does not beckon as before. Fair,
I would go after you, but then the fair wind does not give hope.

We forgot everything, but, in a dream, I will whisper - call me again.
Help me forget, one bullet is enough, call wie-wie-wie, and I will sink to the bottom. But!
There is one “but” - that divides all our hopes into zero.
Being together is not given to our paths, because the whole world is hardly standing for one here.

So that. Life in a format, facts bring back.
How do you? It seems to be alive, but not sweet in a world where people are so greedy for grandmas.
Phrase falls in reverse, so brief - about to fall. It is unlikely that the cable will withstand
us. Tell me, why am I asking myself the same question?

Chorus:
Well, what hurts my chest so much, tearing me to pieces?
I am lost among the faces that I have not yet been met.
Why all this nonsense, why do I need emptiness?
I don’t know where you are, but still looking for you.