Норма Псевдоразума - Добро пожаловать в морг - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

"Welcome to Morg!" - Heated the sign at the entrance to the gray building. You are offered a white bathrobe, mask and bootings. You become similar to researchers, do not crowp, please! Come here - yes, on this underground corridor down and right. You go into a cold sterile room where the other participants are already crowded from anticipation and curiosity. Everyone is stated on the cart, where the outlines of the human body are guessed under the sheet.

Under the ceiling, bright lamps flashed, so that the eyes will get driving away from light. The center of the room comes out by the pathologist:

- Lady and gentlemen, today you will witness an amazing experiment. I ask you to refrain from further participation of pregnant women, individuals are especially impressionable, as well as children under 12 years old. So ... let's go up! The doctor shrinks the sheet and a bluish motionless body seems to see. The slight movement of the scalpel by the pathologist reveals the soul of the deceased and shows to everyone: -Time imagine the latest events that bring the deceased to its current state. So the same with us here: comes another day. New Zarya gives a sick chance: to make a standing act in his guidance life. Our anemic friend freezes, delaying breathing, fearing to let down the graduation of fate. After a minute, the suffering inhales the fresh fragrance of happiness, enjoying the fluids of joy, and hears the wonderful music of new opportunities. Now he is ready! Move forward, walk, run and accelerate, and in my head there is a thought: do not turn around, look at your feet! Now he is so close to the cherished goal! And what a goal, actually you ask? My friends it does not matter. Indicated by the opinion of the public or people close to him, treated with a diaper or formed during the period of growing up! I do not care, he has a plan, and our patient, as if the car continues to move! He is a toy, a doll and a puppet, which goes on its own needs, which are based on survival. But what is it? Is it really doubtful inside, it is impossible, you will say! Previously, life seemed to him extremely simple! Do good and it will come back, isn't it? Now our messenger friend thought, remembered, disappointed in the surrounding reality, but this is not enough, in order to abandon the goal, slow down a step, he continues the path. This time it is more complicated and more difficult. And again, the underwater stone, again the Mountain of doubt, along with small joys, successes and achievements, steering frustration, failures and loss. Now the bouts of pain compress the chest, knocking the breath and so unhealthy person. Isn't the star light? Only now the distance to him appeared to him, the stars seemed so close in the sky, and looking attentively, he understands how far they are within the limits of outer space. The treacherously circling head with light, red dwarfs and photon radiation giants do not warn about heavy traveling with many barriers. His head squeezes vice, several tons of thoughts do not give rest to sleepless nights, and every day the degree of uncertainty grows with geometric progress. Sunset comes, and our suffering person moves the goal, his attention fills everyday affairs, and once fun days, turn into shades of life. From now on, there is no ray of light on the horizon, life turned into a challenge for the goods called happiness. I want the best food, I want a house and a car, wife and work, children, and when I get it, I will take a dream. We will pass the year, and our patient will remain inside the system, the lucky one without a dream!. Gradually, something fades inside, doubt, irritability, anger and finally, apathy absorb our patient and his soul.

Congratulations, the patient is dead and the restoration is not subject to, on this we will finish the preparation. Thank you all and to new meetings!

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