Текст песни Хоспис - ледяные горки

Flakes of snow...
Turned into copper coins of the past era.
Longing on the 90th, in which I really was not
Forced to dive into the sounds of forgotten melodies.

Even popcorn before was sweeter
Parents' medley under the "Houm" Deposta Ma
At the time when we chose someone we became,
When they thought that he was hiding from everyone, climbing under the table.

I always chose Leonardo from all turtles
I broke off a couple of twigs and imagined two swords
Killed all enemies in their convulsive dance
Ran in the rubber boots on the puddles and shouted loudly

I bought a brother's video video cassette for my birthday
On the money that copied to the basketball ball
The film that is now nice to see
"From the sunset to dawn"
Although his grandmother took her away

I remember how I was presented with a cell phone and it was WAP
That's, I realized what a real passion is
To read the message page always needed to restart
For the sake of one answer, I was ready to wait long

And then computer and nights we could play
Our Tim Spik was a landline phone
Parents always stood up to take it
And every time everything ended in this way: I'll call you back - well, well!

And now the ashes of cigarettes launched the countdown
Parents no longer dance together
Because Mom has no dad. point
And who we become depends on the free space

And timemenzhemnet teaches us rational use time
Every second clerk who is trying to sell something
Guided by only one rule to get a premium -
Try as many people you can fuck

Now around the super heroes and everything is like one shit
The choice is reduced to zero and bribed critics
And your life is like a billion remote movie remote
The plot of which always brings us to death

The ultra-speed Internet has become our guide star
Each insignificance can become an idol.
And millions of ambitions are buried under stupid pussy
Who breaks the Haip in the strings Fucking Aliens Parents

You say a guy yes you like a valuable asshole
And everything is not really so bad
Cancel about democracy compressed in a fist?
At which you can sit down for 10 years for the fantasy of the world without God

And now at 22:07 sitting at the monitor
Observing the defeat of our generation
My eyes bleed like icons
Because in their reflection no one will see salvation.