Lyrics Джем - Сброшенные Маски

And only broken hands
Mixed colors
On the keyboard, the discarded masks
Exiled people
Looking for the word
Where we will not be
Repeat again

The mirror of the persons reflected by the screen will take a look at your heart
Subtle souls, bright wounds, eternal scherzo
The correct word for understanding
Within the usual
The accepted right is the face
Everything is as usual

What will not be, the lips will not touch
Will be open
In the streets no one will turn around
Became translit
It's so simple - skin is thrown, nerves line by line
With each signal you simply leave, as a multicolumn

P.

In the mirror there is a gray, behind the screen, a smoky sky
Someone becomes a strange symbol, a sign of "victory"
Perhaps, somewhere in the question the neck is squeezed
Only on the output we left the display grid

We did not manage to "no and will not" stop
Dead signs draw a password, like a blue bird
In this agony, a broken wanderer before the end
The point was set, but someone again dials continuation

P.

It's a story of sweet hassle without a break
The line creeps slowly in a turtle - suddenly let it be heard
Only silence without a promise in the code familiar
And the ellipsis will be a farewell - all as usual ...