Текст песни Kevin Morff - День сурка

Coffee for breakfast, tell me where my home is
Accompanying cough, weather
He'll drag you up to your neck and let you watch
(For) Behind the clouds of shit porridge
And all this is wholesale, all today
On sleepy midnight and sunny afternoon
And if it were up to me, I would leave the conclave
Flying around the city, disturbing your windows
Hoping to see something different
Covered in sweat and lost count
Without a drop of melancholy about the wasted past
A search justified by its outcome
Autumn has stolen nerve cells again
And then she left meter by meter
Leaving me with a light grayness in my memory
The estimate for maturity thrown at my feet
Throw it ashore, the body is scorched by the sun
And pick it up again, preferably up
Give stone and stone, prayer and hunger
And again make me not take off the amulet
Throw it ashore, the body is scorched by the sun
And pick it up again, preferably up
Give stone and stone, prayer and hunger
And again make me not take off the amulet
Groundhog Day, my every day is like Groundhog Day
(touched the sleeve)
And again the passer-by touched his sleeve
My every day is like Groundhog Day
Groundhog Day, my every day is like Groundhog Day
(touched the sleeve)
And again the passer-by touched his sleeve
My every day is like Groundhog Day
Coffee for dinner, tell me when it's over
The rain is tired of beating faces and puddles
My heart screams at my veins to run away
With a hypocritical cry of “Hurray!”
(But)
But I've messed up so much
That I can distinguish chips from logs in my eyes
Full back: there is trembling and excitement
Home and in some places let there be boredom and darkness
But I studied this life hour by hour
This is the world by year
Verifying the process on forgotten scales by someone
Who became the same as me now
Will become what I don't want to be later
Lost face under the feet of the floating masses
With the hope of finding it later, putting on a disguise
Melt with the claqueur of your own demise
Throw it ashore, the body is scorched by the sun
And pick it up again, preferably up
Give stone and stone, prayer and hunger
And again make me not take off the amulet
Throw it ashore, the body is scorched by the sun
And pick it up again, preferably up
Give stone and stone, prayer and hunger
And again make me not take off the amulet
Groundhog Day, my every day is like Groundhog Day
(touched the sleeve)
And again the passer-by touched his sleeve
My every day is like Groundhog Day
Groundhog Day, my every day is like Groundhog Day
(touched the sleeve)
And again the passer-by touched his sleeve
My every day is like Groundhog Day