Текст песни Пилот - 156-ой

The city is still not quite awake,
I'm going home .
Feel cold hands in his pockets , raised jacket collar ,
Melt the twilight above his head.
Warming movement, go to the bus stop.
Yesterday was a good day !
Not quite oklemavshis of fun drinking,
mince me my shadow .

R & gt; Home! 152nd -
My old friend ,
Early bus always comes over me.

Interior lighting, if someone's apartment
And the owner is always waiting guests.
And let no tables, no cabinets , no toilet ,
This house is always full of people.
Always different destinies , unfamiliar faces ,
Someone looking out the window , someone is sleeping ,
Someone very tired , want to sit down and angry
The one who just sits .