Глухой Угол - Бэкстейдж
текст песни

The last chord
The guitar fell silent, the lights dimmed on stage
The last note
Like cigarette smoke melting somewhere
When you left
Remember, there was still snow in your yard
Seems like yesterday
But now you're back and it's summer in the city

Black coffee on the bar
And the rain outside has passed
Everyone's gone, it's time for us to get ready
Wet sneakers in puddles
May everything be alright with you
Like in those songs you believed in at fifteen

The wind sweeps the asphalt
A loaf of bread in my right pocket
How long have I been awake
If only I knew what time it was

You know, I don't regret it
No streetlights, but what a sky
In the puddles of empty cities
That they won't recognize us

In the morning there will be a home
And the world will be full of kind, good people
You will be woken up
In the open window by the sound of children's laughter
And they will destroy
Social media posts tomorrow
Ridiculous Songs
Traveling singers of the twenty-first century

Black coffee on the bar
And the rain outside has stopped
Everyone has gone, it's time for us to get ready
Wet sneakers in puddles
May everything be well with you
Like in those songs you believed in at fifteen

The wind sweeps the asphalt
A loaf of bread in my right pocket
How long have I been awake
If only I knew what time it is

You know, I don't regret it
There are no streetlights, but what a sky
In the puddles of empty cities
That they won't recognize us