Снег - живи
текст песни

Snow comes, or it is ash
The cigaretted by me
Each dream is micro
You are no longer in them
like there are no places
There are only urns and garbage along alleys
our life extends to the distance
Everyone has their own tastes
Suffering and sobs
They will not help anything
"You just hold on"
They say
yellow brick road
Disassembled and shifted
into the buildings of these cities
The lights are repaid in the windows
and fall from the cornices
and balconies
People splashing around
what is left with happiness

They wave their wings
So as not to fall
And rise
The sun is to meet
Leaving the bad weather
behind

If you want to cry
And scream
Cry and scream
No one will hear
And the one who will hear
will understand
that rain outside the window
became the original
Sending point
From desert courtyards
into the space
And further
For no reason to return
And compromises of awkwards
We are all like toys
We are all like in boxes
on shelves
supermarkets and stalls
We stand and wait
what will happen next
Live, friend, now
Do not regret it
do not come back
Not there
Nothing.

There will be no further
Nothing.
live now.