The drenched streets are staring at me.
I'll get up again for a second, take a drag ...
Time presses on the shoulders, drives the wind to the back,
So it’s not easier to look for some kind of incentive ...
Don't say it's as if it's holy in me,
we find strength in plain sight as a dreary outcast.
Winter will cover with snow, like grass in autumn ...
And you can only hear how the winds howl one by one.
Two different ones will be together, we are not poles,
In the new city you will not find the old address.
I myself, like others, only drive for my own,
Differing from myself at night how I walk in the day.
I stand in front of the mirror, find here five differences,
One is a hunter by nature, the other is a prey again.
And argue without talk, the psychologist will go crazy,
Infas shoveled mountains of old bookshelves.
snow falls at night, lonely taxis
I will not come, and you sleep without me today
staggering through the park, the forgotten old square ...
I'm not a physics textbook, don't take an example from me.
chorus:
And as long as there is strength and as long as there is incentive
I will not cool down, I tear it for you and pull it up!
The sun will lure into the sunset, it will fall behind us.
Catch with your eyes its flight over the horizon.
Verse 2:
I prepare everything in advance to tell you
You don't have to be like everyone else, in any way, according to your gases
and how I caught the excitement, look at your feet, be smarter
Longing and snot over the edge for a bit, don't pour me here,
From where the serpent crawls fell after him, prepare yourself for battle:
Someone by nature is a dachshund, someone is a poodle, someone is a pit bull.
Roar at the world, as if a hawk is being taken from a bowl
Bark on their hari, on a fast breakfast with fucking ...
This kind of life freezes on the chimney with beeps
Everything to your liking and with affection will soon become rougher
And we are no longer gnawing at what they say there
Conditionally for murder, for strict, but for theft!
Here the exhaust gases are mixed with perfume,
anonymous nightclubs of smoke - life doesn't go out.
Brother hayut the truth, in the pages, groups, what are the feelings
I see how everything falls, so stupid and sad ...
