Зона - Одноразовые люди - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The city in the city, Gremass, on the face of the East.

Human mass, in an endless stream.

packed with bales, hundreds of thousands of oblique fates,

Disposable people-someone believes, someone loves.

The state in the state, the city of SPRU - the city of a trap, foreign horses from slaves with a temple on a fly.

Apparently love the hard climate of the pilgrim of warm countries.

Disposable people, someone here is here.

Blood system: corridors and tunnels, and all organs on topics, and all the guru on the panel.

Healing in pockets, and immortality on outgrowth, the territory of deception gives out fate for removal.

Our donor blood is a yellow stream, smuggled love is sold here from the counter.

Unlimited negligence, and dreams on the verge of passion, spill in bulk of tenderness for container happiness.

There, underground freedom, from the Celestial Service, the caravans of the factories smuggled dreams.

According to the concepts of calculations, according to hieroglyphs, laws, human quota with an incomprehensible language, this is a new reality - there will be no translators, here one nationality - disposable people.