Текст песни Илья Орлов - К Лучшему

The backs of houses, streets, people,
The city is buzzing. Falls upon the glass
My heart, gray bird
Wire brushing tears wing.
     
Someone's words, looks, smiles,
Crumpled envelope, crumpled tea
Nevsky Prospekt, girl, violin,
Cold metro stray dog ​​sadness.
        
Aloud zasmeyatsya after their own thoughts
The last car to go
I think of something to believe
Everything is for the best, the strange people
Read poetry on the road
Hiding behind the line, the door

Late call, long echo
Maternyi drunken tone beeps
Voice wheezes become a hindrance
Heart protknёt thin blade of words

Stokes spring faded air
Old apartment buildings cells
Do not go away again so simple
Exhale is what each of us are not ready.

Aloud zasmeyatsya after their own thoughts
The last car to go
I think of something to believe
Everything is for the best, the strange people
Read poetry on the road
Hiding behind the line, the door