День Закрытых Дверей [Den' Zakrytyh Dverei] [English translation]

Human streams

Don't hear my anguish's delirium

Temples by vises

Sprouts by scythe, ligth by eclipse

Haven't given, haven't taken, but they already don't believe me

They measure me by gaze right from the door

Running away is my immunity

People-animals will eat you by the criterion

There's again that stupid fight, I have my loses

My gun

The air presses me like an atmosphere column

There's a shadow of doubts in people's faces

I'll go away in the world of zeroes, it's too late to click

And knock in the day of the closed doors

100 hundreds of portraits

In front of me with the same face

You can't see the light

The ring is closing tightly

The crowd is blind, faces-napes

The pig-moneybox is filled with sawdust

The thoughts lose their colour

He's staying in the cordon, in a daze

Waiting for bread, spectacle, command from up above, sign

There's no exit

The air presses me like an atmosphere column

There's a shadow of doubts in people's faces

I'll go away in the world of zeroes, it's too late to click

And knock in the day of the closed doors

Knocked down by the crowd, by the way he's knocked down

Is it long to be 1 000 000 005th, really, how much time

Lead a life dragging, howl like a wolf

Take it easy, just without awols

Boom - and the piece of glass has fallen on it's place

It's native, it's not tight for it

Wit them, with whom it's interesting

Who'd been made of the same pastry

Trace.

Individuum is drunk on the way to liberty

Praying, pricking or going crazy

I hide the trace

Then that liberty will bury him

And I go away from the matrix, they'll not overtake me

The air presses me like an atmosphere column

There's a shadow of doubts in people's faces

I'll go away in the world of zeroes, it's too late to click

And knock in the day of the closed doors

Where's my hundred of friends - at the day of the open doors...

• Artist:Slot
• Album:2 Войны