Текст песни Ветл Удалых - Останется

Fucked by the system, you are captured by an illusion.
High expectations grow against the backdrop of failures.
What will you do if there is no way to sell?
Wires hum over this cemetery for the living.
Ask the dead for a gift in winter to warm you up.
The beard turns gray - advanced childhood.
The essence immersed in itself - it is also incorporeal.
The consumer is buried in the garbage pit of progress.
The lab rat suffers from stress.
So do we exist or not?
He came to the rescue - but he saved no one.
He closed the circuit every time, but got tired and went out.
I have never smoked anything better that smokes like that!
It is so easy to take it in a snowy field and close your eyes.
There, in the evening, a breeze often blows into your nostrils.
Do the reins and collar press on your head?
They rush about in a trap like crazy.
Who remembers well the products that are not the first freshness?
Who shakes their mug in the tram if you are a conductor?
As a rule, it is your own friend who is dumping you.
A vicious circle is drawn - fog on faces.
There, over your grave, your yellow oak will bend.
What kind of bird is there in straitjackets in the hospital?
Who would so much like to never have been born here.