Проекция

It was always from father to son , changing family out - through the city,
Last floor zakoltsuet May live , Chōkai down it as a pure thrill ,
The new school , but again I think about these people wrong , something does not fit :
Choose in the crowd, I believe it is my step , inevitably - I .

Who are you? What issues? Again - who you are, what kind of posture?
Steaming heap of persons bunch of morons , I will not be back , but you know who you threw ,
For a couple of years, we have cut the heart thin filaments , changing consciousness of the viewer ,
What is the answer when she saw me passing decade .

P:
Unconsciously - it lives in us , in the enchanted world of bits , the world of sound ,
Your people do not let your people you will not let go ,
Unconsciously - it lives in us , in the enchanted world of bits , the world of sound ,
Your people do not let your people you will not let go .

Tsedya gray ash , we're out , long thoughts of winter, the Babylon on the strip
Cries against - I will not return to the cruel dark forest
Falling through the branches , stumbling over rocks and little to be understood in this field fog
Look, move the sound is not only rude , but do not think that I'll forget

Continuing his race , his light in it, a new time , and this is my reason to live
And projecting the past into laughter , knowing that this world will outlast all
In a series of setov , in the walls, where there is no light , where good, we remain , removing insides
This is the output from the dust and everyday life, getting out of poverty as of the torture chamber .
P:
Unconsciously - it lives in us , in the enchanted world of bits , the world of sound ,
Your people do not let your people you will not let go ,
Unconsciously - it lives in us , in the enchanted world of bits , the world of sound ,
Your people do not let your people you will not let go .