| I don't care that this rain cuts the body with a shard | 
| The stroller is full of water, the baby reaches for the sky | 
| He is your favorite rapper, you know, but not the discovery of the year | 
| He is not a medicine for your veins, in reproaches of nature | 
| The city shaman shakes the bottle, and the code-miner | 
| Catches iodine wind with hands in an empty apartment | 
| Hair falls to the bottom, and I'm looking for a signal | 
| I have lived here for a long time, not knowing who to become | 
| I choose a house number for traitorous friends | 
| To collect them by roles and play mafia with them | 
| My subjects know more than words, more than life | 
| And that's why all my anger has no registration | 
| Roots draws leveta, slander, wires | 
| Soars from the hatch to the pigeons, I fly away on the run | 
| Winstrol liquid drips onto the palm from the pores | 
| Deep cinema - love, war and this life | 
| I can only burn, I have done many terrible things | 
| And take me back, I can't look people in the eyes | 
| And howls at night, flying away, the creak of brakes | 
| On the roadside full of empty bridges, I will scream without words | 
| I can only burn, I have done many terrible things | 
| And take me back, I can't look people in the eyes | 
| And howls at night, flying away, the creak of brakes | 
| On the roadside full of empty bridges, I will scream without words | 
| I will scream without words |