Текст песни Городская культура - Эшелон

Echelon

( M.Kotelnikov / CC)

Every day you meet a pain in the head
Every day you start sitting on the grass
If the heart is beating and knocking on the door of another
To hell with you

Pr .
You occupy your train
There every third in love with you
And there are people like you a million
Echelon

Every day you meet the abyss in the eyes
Treats kills with sadness on her lips
If someone has become very close to your misfortune
To hell with you

Night stuck nicotine - in the cloud
You sit there and imagine all that ahead
If you become an expensive habit
To hell with you