СВСМ - Следующий я
текст песни

Trying to withdraw from these everyday days
I dream of masts of night lights
I am pressed into the faces of passers -by and
mediocre days in poems

Listen, in the Reva of Steel cars
unnecessary, had to become big
tried to feel the land, but
breaks down and flies to the bottom

Wake me up
When cuts in half
pathologist
Day
not enough for anything
It leaves so what
So I will meet the next I ..

I will die at home under the falsehood of such correct words
Love is poorly burned in the palms
And tomorrow the city will wake up and
Podatyly fall under the rinks

Look, the smoke creeps on the floor
all lower, you could become different
happy translucent but
So the eyelids in the eyes were dark

Wake me up
When cuts in half
pathologist
Day
not enough for anything
It leaves so what
So I will meet the next I ..