иногда мне кажется - что здесь уже ничего не будет - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Sometimes it seems to me that there will be nothing already here, I will not grow, it will not happen, new people will not appear; What you need to cover the city with a huge blanket, which would finally fall asleep and one could start from the beginning. Where everything goes, one big mistake. The city is similar to the cow with which the cream is removed. Three and a half people deprived of all color, drown in the same swamp, tell each other fairy tales. And nothing works, does not live, do not breathe. Everyone looks at his feet, no one hears anyone, no one says anything. Roth filled with money. Streets swell ugly houses. This is not a protest song, it just comes out. When to the edge is filled, the flood begins. It is impossible to contain so much shit and not to become part of it. The sights were killed, I no longer know where happiness. And nothing to rely on, the earth from under the feet goes away. I became part of the world from which I turns me. In the head porridge, under the legs of the swamp. I cheat myself, I hold for an idiot. I'm fine, I have enough work and money. What is not yet, consequently only natural laziness. But sometimes I'm scared, thinking about what's next. Even now I feel in the voice of the taste of a lung false. I want to stop, stand up, look around, see what remains there, somewhere, hidden in the heart. Dial there on a couple of good songs. Without it

Just not interesting. A voice will sound. Sounds will be born. Will fly into space, right into your hands.