Текст песни Чёрный Обелиск - Дорога в никуда

The same day , the same night ,
All the same women , the ones that do not mind .
The same dream , the same reality ,
All the same faces , the same friends .

All the same falsity of the same words;
All the same children spit on fathers
All the same path , the same prisoner,
All the same people that are waiting for changes .

        The same old words
        The same old dream .
        Still swollen head,
        All the same you choose ,
        All the same arguments about anything ,
        All the same starts behind
        All too: how many and how much.
        All the same plans ahead
        Given go-ahead , the path is open ,
        And you're not thinking you're going.
        The road runs under the foot ,
        And you're waiting until you live

        Maybe someday
        There is a better way,
        And the time - it does not matter
        Well, while you are alive -
        Before you lies
        Road to nowhere.

Another reality. another night.
Other women , the ones that do not mind ,
Other days , other dreams
Other people are full of excitement .

Another deception, other dirt ,
Others spend all efforts not in vain,
Another falsehood , another lie ,
Others try to finger his knife .

        Other thoughts and dreams.
        Another headache .
        Others choose you .
        Other people spoiling for a fight .
        Other disputes about anything
        Other starts behind
        Other how and how much,
        Other plans ahead.
        Given go-ahead , the path is open ,
        And you're not thinking you're going.
        The road runs under the foot ,
        And you're waiting until you live .

        Maybe someday
        There is a better way,
        And the time - it does not matter
        Well, while you are alive -
        Before you lies
        Road to nowhere.

No more evil, no more dreams
No more women , no more than the basics,
No more places , no more lies
No more of those who throws knives .

No more words , no more days
No more light , no more shadows ,
No more games , no more rights
No more of those . who wishes good .

        No more thinking persons
        No more headaches .
        No more colorful capitals
        No more poppy fields .
        No more arguing about anything ,
        No more plans ahead
        No more : how many and how much,
        No more starts behind.
        Given go-ahead , the path is open ,
        And you're not thinking you're going.
        The road runs under the foot ,
        And you're waiting until you live,

        Maybe someday
        There is a better way.
        And the time - it does not matter .
        Well . and while you are alive -
        Before you lies
        Road to nowhere.