1. Fast Youth, Endless Youth

Old age abandoned, forgotten youth
AND THERE IS NOTHING BEHIND
Life in one day
That tomorrow does not matter what tomorrow do not need them to know
While standing firm, and the sky above your head will not burn
Go out and burn the brighter - the better
Why invent the wings?
After all, we long ago learned to FLY
Brilliant kids outside, rotten from the inside
Tell me, how many of us will make it to at least half
We know the word freedom, we are all his slaves
And it is an anchor, it pulls us to the bottom.
NO
No regrets
No excuses
No compassion about those who stayed here
Too unnoticed
Too uncertain
In this fast world, so hold on to it
FAST YOUTH, YOUTH ENDLESS

2. Missed Calls

As he left, the land vbey memorial pillar to make it back to what
Until the will call it home, its roots will call you back.
Though not all roads lead to south-east, the most important one of them - you go and could not.
Darker clouds, blacker than a thousand nights, but lively and full of all the living anger
The hopes that have not come true and left a bunch of dirty puddles of caustic in the desert expectations
While water has flowed through his fingers, leaving only scars and cuts in dry sand
And if you're used to bury his face in his hands empty, look what happened to them
And sing.
The fact did not have time to get
About the opportunities that he had missed
On those words that had to change for the silence of stone
Which is now slowly sinking
In his sleepy harbor gray
To get an anchor there until the end.

It was not me! It's not about us
Let the broken inside, though crushed out
All you need is to know me
What you did not podvedesh and go after me for any, even the dirty floor
Without hope of return

There are things better and do not explain.
And the words that it is better to swallow
And there are thresholds that do not make you turn around.
Those in the age of eighteen left home leaving a note on the window
It will be easier to understand, because they are all gone.

We have all we break
And time is running out
And the stone pillars only just crosses from our native lands
It remains the desire to merge one with the same family that we are ripped away from you
And by October of soft leaves, in these godforsaken places to become the land of
And the wind
And the wind
And the wind that tears of rage in the clouds and the tops of aspens fly to pieces
If he wanted to return to his youth, and again in the years vestsya
Teeth, nails, violently so as not to let that come off the roots
Hammering nails
In my ears
So at least now they could hear the voice of your heart
Leaving only the words
Memories remain
And missed calls
As the history of our mistakes

3. Broken Toys.

Instead of loving arms thrown at the entrances
For lack of good books, hammered a run in reality
Still immature anger, but still baby-faced
Do not give answers to many questions - TIME TO FIND THEM HIMSELF
How much is this life?
Where the measure of justice?
What is their strength, and what is our guilt?
I know, I feel, but I can not say.
I continue to ask
I continue to ask
Ten years later, although they have no more than a memory
But every time I see a broken toys on the pavement
I continue to ask
I keep asking myself
I keep asking myself
Are they worse than those bastards
Which was all at once
Such scum like me and you
Unlikely to be able to give me an answer
Why do I still feel ashamed
I am ashamed to look into their eyes
Who should speak of justice
Who would not dream of bring
WHEN IT YOU SUBSTITUTE knife to her throat in an empty lane
AGGRESSION
Not even for the sake of revenge
Not start from scratch
While they blame

4. Lighthouses

In an era of zeros and ones we will never loosen his grip
Powerful electronic clutches, in light of the thousands of blue lights
Flickering monitors that scan our eyes
There is no life, no live calls, a network, but we do not spiders
We - Beacons
Below us the abyss and only rock
As soon as the sound of the keyboard completely replace the rustle of pages
Our temperature scale, the heat will be only one way - down
To consume and Grace, ONE NINE EIGHT virtual FOUR
We go down our boats on the water, but the waves washed them one by one
Breaking of the cold rocks, drowning in a glass we do not feel the bottom
After all, a true
FACT ONE TRUTH
And it is not for this cold glass and not in those shimmering letters
It is outside
It is behind that door
Where the grass in the neon light of lanterns covered with dew first
Where the planes are catching up with the dawn, plunging into a sheet of clouds
Where the asphalt sprouts break through the green of young poplar trees
Where the shroud of fog and noise of the river behind it and the city
Which you will never see
In which you did not come to visit
Take the life back into their own hands
It's time to win it.

5. The First Circle

Why do we have great hopes on the fragile shoulders of twine behind?
Let eager mouths of unrestrained promises, those
Who grew up in a dead land, and pretends not to notice that
Built on the graves
Everything is what he lives and hands, he shakes
Do not remember! Forget it!
The less you know! Stronger sleeping!
History, it does not condone disrespect
Dead land
Millions of words unsaid
Chain letters zatsenzurennyh
What we in circles?
Blank tombstones
Mass graves Archives
Stamped KEEP FOREVER
Sentence to the end of time
A people without names and faces have gone into oblivion empty eye socket
Meat
Viande
Fleisch
Meat
Pluck each other's skin
To see all of our "beauty"
We expect that the answers to vexed questions will be found later, when we all forget
When the time crunch peremelet crusts of the last century, and leave only dust.
Do not remember and do not wait
Forget even the books
And the sun will rise
On their new world
Those who have no yesterday, hardly shining tomorrow
Those who do not remember akin to deaf
Let's look into the eyes of our unborn grandchildren
What is "yesterday" we leave them?