As in the maze select the desired rotation?
In our kitchen is not enough cooks.
I would have made you a long time ago already menu,
But the new instrument to do it forbade the Ministry of justice.
I'm watching the stagnation
Under the roar of the float tanks.
The salt of my nation -
Long ago in the pepper-pot.
And our goal - save yourself
According to the rules of the List price.
Not all of us proud - it happened hands kissed,
Thoughts smothered because of a head-in cellophane.
I see a lot of brave - forest of palms,
But much more power-saw benches.
We feel in the pen
Barnyard.
Yes, not always our view of the world is luminous and cheerful.
Now in my hand micro, and tomorrow - incendiary mix.
While you that live and laugh.
Chorus (2):
Let and take on ever destruction,
But so far we are in search of freedom.
In the wrist us locked chains.
In the wrist us впили chains.
Already tired of the freedom measured in ppm.
Going forward, but under the feet of the boards of something rotten.
My world has become like a languid punishment cell,
Where in the hours of hope drown in quartz.
I beg of life of all get greedy,
The process of mysterious than that of Franz Kafka.
To understand what is happening, has long been unable to,
Because my flight brought me at the bottom of the swamp.
I go round in circles: for turning the corner.
to remember the little things - the way click on the Polaroid.
there are so many masters of their crafts,
but hardly any of them has entrusted to the oars.
And if the build is not in forces you shove off.
Sometimes it seems to me, I placed in the aquarium:
They all look like in the crowded hope cracked the shell,
But no one could not help me in the sea to make the move.
The chorus.
While in the soul of the fire burns, never for a second замолкнем,
Let someone голосит: "would Hang at the mouths of the castle they".
We are taught to be лояльней tolerant to the facts,
Go with the flow log, and let the wounded leader.
We, like in the picture, are limited to four faces,
The course of our thoughts corresponds to someone else's program.
We have been robbed and taken away all that was valuable,
The thread is not visible on the screen - just we scenes.
We traced the line, though unnecessary symbol,
Without lowering his hands, saving strained forces.
We collect on крупицамм grams of their liberty,
Not watching indifferently the collapse of hopes stronghold.
Somebody built in our minds the palaces and fortresses
On top of the ruins of castles in the air that are broken вдбребезги .
This Foundation is very strong, as if in a pile of rock
And I'm all waiting for the time when we still stand with knees...
The chorus.
Montesquieu -
Бастилия (la Bastille) - оказывается, бывает и такое )
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