Текст песни БИ-2 - Место под солнцем

Every, every day,
When there is no output,
We stand in a crowd on a hell of a checkpoint.
Extinguish the light and in the dark
We go down in the subway
In any season, especially in winter.

Ripped off in a stampede elbows,
We are eager to work,
Everyone there will certainly
Place under the sun.

Smoothly and without fuss
In the morning light
Flying over the city
Cant birds.
In their ranks they could be us,
But the drag on the shoulders
His heavy load,
Slaves salary.

Ripped off in a stampede elbows,
We are eager to work,
Everyone there will certainly
Place under the sun.

Stop a moment,
On older negatives
You're my inspiration,
You're so pretty hopeless!

Ripped off in a stampede elbows,
We are eager to work,
Everyone there will certainly
Place under the sun.