Текст песни Ломаные Плоскости - Утро

The morning began with a broken cup
thin shards on the floor
Bang breaks through the windows a fresh breeze
I stand barefoot in his shirt

today it seems to be easier
than yesterday, but heavier than tomorrow
I 'll think about it at night
would be really

new acquaintances and newspapers
old problems and habits
conversations , coffee, cigarettes
ah, where again gone matches

hell of a ride along the avenue
traffic lights, people and machines
city ​​smells dusty summer wind
reflects the large Vetrin

Morning brings faith on luck
to hell with that debris is everywhere
lifts mood instantly
so in the morning to beat the dishes