Текст песни BREC 1 - Забей

With a caravel in the sky, with a blue in hand
All the ranks went as if in a dream,
Without asking questions, not arguing about the reasons,
Everyone lived in a trance, as if in a web.

Playing games about the truth and lies,
No one will ask for advice from her own soul.
Why so acute? Why do you like to seek?
After all, you can just dream about freebies.

But they will last another thousand years
With the goal in dreams and action there,
After all, no one of us is a secret,
What is not in this sense now nor one day -

Do not mind it!

I do not feel neither outside, nor between
I feel only our clothes,
And no pain, no guilt
After all, we all in love with our nonsense.

But they will last another thousand years
With the goal in dreams and action there,
After all, no one of us is a secret,
What is not in this sense now nor one day -

Do not mind it!