Collective onus sullies like soot.
I take someone’s hand but instead feel an elbow.
I search for eyes but instead feel a stare.
In this place, where someone’s bottom is above others’ heads,
a pink sunset follows the red dawn.
Bounded together by the same chain,
chained together with the same aim.
Bounded together by the same chain,
Chained together with the same…
The limbs are sluggish here, while the spaces are enormous.
The trains were crushed here to create columns.
Some words here are only for kitchens, while different ones – for the outside.
The eagles here were dumped for the good of broiler chicks,
and even while kissing I keep the march formation
Together with
the bounded together by the same chain,
chained together with the same aim.
Bounded together by the same chain,
chained together with the same aim.
One can believe in the absence of faith,
one can produce the absence of product.
Here beggars pray, pray for the fact
that their beggary is guaranteed.
Here you can play a trumpet to oneself,
but whatever you play, you will play “Retreat”.
And if there’s someone who comes to you,
there always should be someone, who will come for you.
They like others are
bounded together by the same chain,
chained together with the same aim.
Bounded together by the same chain,
chained together with the same…
Women here are trying to search something, but the only thing they’ll find is oldness.
The only measure of work here is considered to be tiredness.
This place has no villains in the sanctums covered with leather.
The first ones here look exactly like the last ones,
and probably they are exactly the same tired
of being
bounded together by the same chain,
chained together with the same aim.
Bounded together by the same chain,
Chained together with the same aim.
Bounded together by the same chain,
chained together with the same aim.
Bounded together by the same chain,
chained together with the same aim.
Bounded...