Голландия - Автопилот - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

It’s too late to be friends: the city turned away by a thousand faces. It happens, I even know some: they were together, and then they dispersed bloodlessly.

It was clear and so that the time would come to grow to each of the old music and words, as from the old spiritual pants. Yes, only I can’t grow anywhere: harness the horses, urgently take it out!

Love ... the front line ... Here we are fighting with us: only I and me.

Under me is wet, gray, in cracks, but asphalt. And around him everything blooms with color, as if we were visiting him and we are glad.

Here is still left/right/cold/hot: the non -dependent and accurate calculation is an autopilot. He does not allow me to fall. Mother, why is it needed? It’s so good to lie in a quiet dirty puddle ... Let everything howls, collapses somewhere there - but I won’t go home.

There is an exit. I do not see him. Nowhere.

Two are skiing on the water. And I am an empty reed, I - what you call. I swing.

And everything is empty. As a commodity train.

The first passerby will offer me help, and spends to the outskirts, and there will not want tea.

No, you look into the eyes! Is it possible to know that I'm wrong? Everything is changing, and now ... You yourself are going, grinning, but ...

Here is your explosion.