Текст песни Центр Циклона - Продолжать

Guessing on the map of Europe, who we are and where
In search of light to go at random in the solid darkness.
Fell into a dream thrilled amid ghostly dreams, spitting at the ceiling,
Without going into the details of wait time after trigger.

And just continue to be,
Looking at the way the world is falling apart.
Go with the flow,
Changing money on the rest of the forces.
Drawing on themselves their own state,
As to whether you are in the eyes of his nature?
For whether you're here to be humiliated
before a gang of creative freaks?

Wait for the last tram, staring look in squeezable darkness
Shuttered the night in a smoke-filled kitchen listening to Lighthouse.
Vykurivaya dreams, expected resignation of plot development,
On the arrival of spring, learn from the newspapers.

Chorus:

Again and again live the last day,
All the same blue sky, drowning in the morning tea.
Toiling locked to solve other people's problems,
To forget the evening, decomposing at the screen.

This spiral crazy no end,
But we are still waiting for the final, crunching popcorn years.
We are so used to wear masks that do not remember the face,
Our hearts - motors, thought - the sound of coins.

In turn for happiness Burn moments,
Worshipping the stomach, feeding the soul emptiness.
Formatted brain is free from making
he is ready to enjoy the game.

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