Текст песни Лина Семина - Двигатели вечного

... But in the big cities
Always so little space
And they go , drumming in a suitcase ,
Start up the engine of perpetual progress.
And sleep in the subway , a stranger buried in his shoulder ,
A hurry somewhere , always no time to live
Their thoughts in general about anything ,
But they are unlikely to understand it .

we can not , do not have to stop the car ,
And again rushes greyish mass,
By purchasing the coveted ticket to nowhere
In the box offices .

© Lina Semin