Текст песни Дима Беликов - Чужой.

Pretender approved,
Handcuffs in the camera, in the long term,
What was my fault,
What strangeness was accused?

And why as ulcers in the stomach,
I was plagued by thoughts of others,
My thoughts all day,
It is driving me to the line of insanity.

If a stranger, however,
So is not it easier to expel?
After all, I am the cause of a terrorist act,
Only outsiders could so express.

But no, the handcuffs in the needles,
Shackles on his legs bared,
Maybe cursing the gods,
Maybe he stumbled on the road,
In a way that could not have sense.

Personal development through destruction,
Bullying ways, a murderer and a murder,
Aloe human self-assertion,
Human bloody sucking.

I do not have fangs, I'm sorry,
I have a pure heart and blood,
Falsely accuse,
The accused again and again.

And do not start to wander,
Simply put in a cage of steel,
We continued to make fun,
Representation has been waiting for,
I statue, still, in the dreams of exile.

And if the streets are not noticeable,
As shakes my hand,
How eats black melancholy,
For you to have a future bomber.

Alien, whitened with fatigue,
It looks clear, but I shackled, my sense,
Fighting always with weakness,
Gaining courage,
Do not indulge in self-pity,
I'm not you, not this,
I'm just a stranger to you,
I am a stranger to all of you.