БЭЙТ - Битые стёкла
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Under your feet like snow in the cold
February is sad under the soles
How many tears will be given
For blood-spilled medals
To all the dreamers in the world of dreams
Sealed in one space
Where is there a prophet for everyone?
And preferably himself ideally
I'm walking down the street where no one is waiting for me
I don't have enough heat - it was sold to someone
And broken glass shines under your feet

It's winter in this city

And again the mountains of snow don’t melt
Who bought it, who passed it on
On clogged roads they honk
There are so many of us, but there is only one Universe
It's morning, wake up
I'm walking down the street where no one is waiting for me

I don't have enough warmth - it was sold to someone
And broken glass shines under your feet

Broken glass

Broken glass

Broken glass

Broken