Terobyte - Кризис веры - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

There will be no delusional disputes who came again the first

Want meat? Do you have a show? Bag with body?

But who are you all? Pijon with the Virgin. Yes, so that all of you!

Do you need a new idol? But every round as a leap of faith

You hear in my tracks: everything is difficult to dream

How does the unhappy authorities shout to me "How many words you can?"

And you know what? I lay you, everything in my life is crying

Only there is a crisis of the genre, there is still a crisis of grandmothers. just that

I told you everything, I'm not yet wondering

And as a talent dictator I will not be understood again

And let everything be fine with us, and let us hard not remember

Somewhere destroying and hunger, cold and cold

It's not our fault, God will not hear the messages of the eternal

Create you hundreds of religions, tell me it will be easier?

You lie forever, let you all the dreams won all

Terepi, it will all pass, and after the eternity will come

We are the sons of anarchy. Lained billions, we are alive and okay. To the height to fly to us. We do not need beauty, let it all shine diamonds

We don't need all money, not drop

Let there be time ahead, century damn

What awaits us there a?

Faith, the last thing left

Terabyte is again not the one, he faded again

Again songs about love, they say these artificial feelings

Not a psychologist and in your age nonsense

I saw the sparks in their eyes, but you simply do not have them

All your confession-myth, broke the world

Forget about everything, because right without memory we will fly to fly, and there will be a spark, fetill, explosion

I got a new york, getting a hint on the fell

I would remote almost all for this ticket back

The city is not woven and the morals, the city of cosmetics of grandmothers,

The city does not shine as a lamp, the city is immortal as the truth

Either you're on horseback or you will be eaten for breakfast

City of Mass Media and Factory, the city of the last remaining people

The city, which took everything from us, because the future has come

Faith, the last thing left

We are the sons of anarchy. Lained billions, we are alive and okay. To the height to fly to us. We do not need beauty, let it all shine diamonds

We don't need all money, not drop

Let there be time ahead, century damn

What awaits us there a?

Faith, the last thing left