Текст песни MR.БЭНИШ - Одиночество

Yesterday's evening lives at the bottom of a bottle
Morning, coffee, the wheezing of a pipe
Shower, spam and links in my inbox
I went out. The houses tremble from the walk

Lost lines of a song that slipped away
I inhale smoke, exhale steam
At orange windshield wipers and yellow leaves
The sun-ball peers through the clouds

Down the street, drenched in cold rain
People flock to the stream
Into the gaping maw of the subway
A whirlwind of crowds

And yesterday, like a new string, sagged
Untuned love – no attraction
And there is no meaning in life
If there is no continuation after death

I see something born from the void
Something similar to what I've always known
"Watch out, the doors are closing!" Something neutral, between no and yes

I'll simply move through space
Without deciding where – up or down
What a wonderful journey
A compromise between reality and creativity

The subway from its underground womb
Spits out like lava us, running cross-country
Beer display cases on the left
To drink or not to drink – that is the question

I peer closely into the sky
All attempts to dissolve are just a shadow
Of sensations: who am I? What have I become? Who was I not?
How far this wet day is from me

My loneliness
My loneliness is my thrill