Добрые Люди - Тротуар
текст песни

I'm sitting on the sidewalk
Time slowly flows
And under the strings of guitar
Mirages arise
And passers -by begin
The houses are turned on
And I look at the yellowed
Grass like from a window

I myself came up with this city
I came up with this world
These windows where no one is dear
Gols of black holes
It seems in my eyes in the windows
Curtains from the rain
Got wet in my eyes
Two scraps of November
Then I will close my eyes
To see the darkness
To new heroes
Prepared in the morning
And as soon as I open
I light two windows
Passers -by begin
The houses are turned on

And trams go around
Protecting oxygen
Through annoying swearing
Trust the wagons people ...

And I'm sitting on the sidewalk
Time slowly runs
And under the strings of guitar
Mirages are silent ...