Третий Путь - Тупая Яма - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

That's what I wanted to ask you:

- Is it possible to sin against the animal?

- You can sin even against the blade of grass! ..

In general, all sins are sins against yourself, do you understand?

- Yes...

What I was looking for and how I reached it into ashes

I wanted to love and cherish, but the whole wind blew off my hands

My move was exposed by his shah

And the pawn flew from the boards in one fell swoop

I realized that I can cry, despite the years,

In a stupid pit, one war, I argue with me

Pull the strap into the frame, save offenses into the jar,

Analysis with the wrong side - you can do it into an unconscious

All the pros to the minuses, and plus a minus gives a minus

From this, the crisis began to develop

And there is no way out, but I know that there should be a move

And I'm waiting for my god to come to me ...

Around me cold and slippery walls of problems

I do not see a way out again - the sand only pours from the walls,

A piece of life is visible somewhere upstairs,

Sharp rays, penetrating through me ...

This is the den of death! Enter passwords in the chain!

The dumb pit is waiting for everyone and everyone will hook with him,

Will not leave the father and son indifferent,

Everyone in this network has its own reasons:

Freedom of hypocrisy, freedom of lust,

Freedom of evil and propaganda of other soot!

The lack of mind of reason is not a pit, it is an abyss!

Enter the password and return will be useless ...

In devastation, rotten doors to the right and left,

In the shower, the empty corridors are filled with anger ...

It makes no sense that for many it is a pretext:

Lost course on no one needed by roads!

This path is impossible, but still laid,

When the beginning is trampled in the beginning, in the end - destroyed at the end!

By himself, for the sake of himself,

Hating the reason, stupid pits of the breast ...

Pandora's box hacked, Lucifer crowned by God,

We will pour scrap to where we will always be a blind herd,

Useless seedlings with cards and numbers,

Technotron era heroes are cars,

The resource of the planet is exhausted.

There are no fiction, there are real facts:

The architects of the future have already decided

Who are you, how are you and when you are!

Dumb pit around you, no one will give a hand!

Wherever you spit drugs everywhere, Wahhabis, porn and Naziki!

Get out the curtains from the eyes until you have become a short slave!

You will deceive everything!

In everything!

I'm not talking about someone separately, but about everyone! I'm talking about form, I'm talking about content, I'm talking about relationships, about God and the devil, about hell, paradise. It’s clear to you, finally?!