Ночной город - 3D звук - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The metropolis is even filled with people at night. They are literally everywhere. Walking along the windows and neon signs. The light from advertising allows you to slightly see their faces, they, as they express nothing during the day, is completely nothing. They go, just buried his eyes forward, and that’s it. You might think that if something is incredible, they will not change their expression. An alien invasion will choke, only from one indifferent and indifferent gaze of these people. And there was another person among this gray mass. Sneakers, blue jeans, sweatshirts and a sad look. Having lowered his head, he just walked forward, without thinking where he could wander. To the noise of passing machines, rare thunder is added. Periodically, the sky was cut by huge lightning. Each time, weaving in bizarre patterns, they resembled magnificent trees. That night, the entire sky was planted by these trees. Lilo, like from a bucket. People have become noticeably smaller. Now the guy was moving almost along an empty street. And those infrequent passers -by, who met on the way, ran into shops, but in a hurry they caught a taxi. Not noticing the rain, he walked and walked. So by hundreds of houses, shops and parking lots, past dozens of nightclubs, where at first glance, life was in full swing, Artem reached the embankment. The glitches of lights on the water only added sad notes. Here he was alone, just as alone as among the crowd. So, the guy stood at least a couple of hours. Near the bridge, the metro train drove more than once, complementing the sounds of rain with his roar. Then Artem was filled with rage. Throwing into the water, everything that came under his arm, he screamed. He screamed with rage, from resentment. He is tired of blaming himself, now the guy blamed God. There was no one else to blame. Now, the young man believed in him. Now he probably knew that this selfish asshole exists. Everything rolled to hell from exactly the moment the young man renounced the faith. He decided that the master himself, that he was performing his fate, but how he was mistaken. The young man threw a challenge to the creator himself. And lost. Artem was defeated. This lesson was the most difficult. Although rather painful. Everything went downhill. They fired from work. Not a single idea that could bring the guy to success was incarnated, friends turned away, the girl left. There was nothing left. Now Artem shouted loudly: “I lost, I lost, damn asshole, do you hear me? You have never heard me! Of course you are sitting there, somewhere upstairs and playing your computer game. Yes, only I do not want to be your toy! I don’t want to hear me? ” Yes, although I blame whom. I myself was always to blame for everything, and now nothing has changed. How all this tortured me!

- Well, tell me, why are you shouting here? A person with gray hair asked, whose age was difficult to determine. At the same time, it seemed that he was both young and old. He was dressed in a strict costume, and the collar of the white shirt was unfastened. The tie was almost untied, and held on the neck in no way.

Artem did not hear this man approached him. For some reason I wanted to speak. This man in the guy evoked some kind of warm feelings. It’s like someone dear is standing in front of him. For a long time, Artem did not feel that.

- I am longing for the past. Insanely longing. According to the past, which I did not have. Because I deprived of myself, without doing what I wanted.

- There is no past, the young old man answered. And there is no future. There is only the present, only in the present you can live. There are you and I, but there are no us that were a second ago, there are no us that should be in a second. Why spoil yourself with real longing about what is not? Do you have a life, a great gift, do not let it go in vain? Life is given once, live it correctly.

- The fact of the matter is that I did not live her ...

Artem caught himself thinking that no one was nearby. The thought flashed about madness. Not scary, the guy thought and went away from this place. I had to go home, I wanted to sleep madly ...

(Levitin Gleb)