Текст песни MAD-M - Пустой город

half past one, night, smoke, alcohol and bit
I'm writing again, everything is in front of me at a glance in a moment
I feel bad and don't give a fuck what the world is talking about
hello. tell me, where do all those you love go?
colitis in the chest and around the city, I'm sick with it
wind you love me, give me freedom
we are not understood by the world. tends to sleep and
I'll go out to blow up smoke on the balcony.
step down there something entails
and the mood of the average. I'm so sick, and
poured rain on my shoulder
jump down? what!
fuck to sleep, throwing out the damn bulls.
on the neck there is a cross - faith. I climbed into the trenches from the world.
you give me a splash of relationship.
to you through the concrete, run, through the forest
where the coolness smell. leaves, sun rustle, shine.
but I'm empty like a bank, which in a moment wasted money
and then they decided to burn it.
in the hopeless as an innocent, who was sewn six and
on the brink like a soldier who was deceived.
I remember climbing up
but I quickly realized that there was no room for me.
after a vein cut. glitter ribbons
in which photos from childhood drive me into depression, captivity.
the press of years hung over my head.
I'll write a track about this here again, I'll rap again.
on the loop Shards, Silently Easier - all Crack
because I am their best fan, shake hands, respect.
fortune, I love it so much when you look in my direction
if we became friends, it would be great
but while I was covered with smoke from the box
I dive deep into myself. world see you soon ..

I smoke through the window into an empty city
close my eyes and fly
past traffic lights, new buildings, traffic jams.

I smoke through the window into an empty city.
while the thick gunpowder smolders, there is a simple reason
fill it with yourself again.

my life is to burn through everyday life
and the wounds on the soul will never heal, no
how much more from the city to cling to me
if only my medicine fits right into the verse.
how old am i - a quarter of life will hit tomorrow.
what did I understand? - almost every fagot is bought.
heard the knock of the eyelids, the sound, the running of time
I smoldered ashes in the wind. and the fluff of years flew past.
faded in the light. and no matter how much we want
but here all the roads lead us to the crypt.
I'll leave when I finish the track
time is so short. so that in everyone's cunt.
hello to fate, I still carry the cross
there is a holono in my soul, soon it will suddenly snow.
hey look at me if you are my friend
then touch my hands and just be there for a century.