вышел покурить - небо звезды не ищет
текст песни

Trains, wagons. Winter outside the window
I slowly move from old to new
To a cold handrail, sticking his tongue
The metropolis lives, I float like dug

As if in a long traffic jam, as if there is no more chance
Today is my day, red
Water flows. Time is poured with sand
But I fly on the roofs. Without leaving the room

Troubles, worries. But not about yourself
While sang about youth, I managed to sit
Gives yellowness. Dungeon lantern
Happiness in books? I flipped through the campaign

Fashion will leave. After it there will be a style
I did not notice at all. The colors thickened
Time to wake up. But so warm
At five in the morning. The alarm clock will lower the trigger

Remember the old man. The sky does not seek stars
From corner to corner. Storm. Lull
Closer to the finale. The feet move
If joy is to tears, if the prize is large