Будни - Ideя Fix

Everyone says that you are an alien.

Gone all to hell

In this no sense

They are all stuck.

You are doing the opposite,

And in the blogs they write, you — an empty space.

Be counted — on us by God.

It is terrible to lose its name

On the ruins of our happiness.

Your heart beats more often,

Compressing the barrel of foreign guns.

Your heart.

Mockery of relatives and friends,

Believe me, they are not people — just the essence,

The absurdity of crumpled ideas.

When dot the i,

Dispel all your doubts,

Conceived decision, you must know.

It is terrible to lose its name

On the ruins of our happiness.

Your heart beats more often,

Compressing the barrel of foreign guns.

Your your …

They do not understand the system,

All in your hands,

All in your hands.

More doses are not to eat,

It’s only fear

It is only fear.

We do not understand the system,

All in your hands,

All in your hands.

More doses are not to eat,

It’s only fear

It is only fear.

It is terrible to lose its name

On the ruins of our happiness.

Your heart beats more often,

Compressing the barrel of foreign guns.

Very scary to lose its name

On the ruins of our happiness.

Your heart beats more often,

Compressing the barrel of foreign guns.

Your …