- бессмысленная работа
The touch of magic that you thought you once had
Was wiped out with that smile you forced on your face
You hide your horns and try to bury things in your hate
There's no give and take in your ugly race
Lie after lie
Through the same mistakes again
It's always the same
- гімн білої зими
I was following the pack
All swallowed in their coats
With scarves of red tied 'round their throats
To keep their little heads
From fallin' in the snow
And I turned 'round and there you go
And, Michael, you would fall
And turn the white snow red as strawberries
- кормить нас
The world is filled with desperate people
Looking with their desperate eyes
While the hollywood stars with their big fat cars
Try to get all the attention they can get
Get your bodyguard to pick up your trash
You're in the focus now
Too many drinks, crashed your cars
- красные ложки
Тебе не нравится дым - чёрт с ним,
Он убивает слова, кругом голова.
Уже разносит молва по дворам
Что между нами чивава.
О чём с тобой говорить, потеряли нить
Быть не собой перестать и дома спать
Нас не измерить на глаз, а сейчас
Зачем мы давим на тормоз, не на газ?
- район спить самотній сьогодні увечері
Smeared black ink... your palms are sweaty
And I'm barely listening to last demands
I'm staring at the asphalt wondering what's buried underneath
Where I am
Where I am
I'll wear my badge... a vinyl sticker with big block letters adherent to my chest
That tells your new friends I am a visitor here...