Текст песни Найк Борзов - Дела людей, которые были до нас

Cases of people who came before us

It is damp and gray and drops the needle
Here the rain is too long and a little heat
On a black desktop christmas tree
They diodemy of ice and glass
On the broken chair red sticky puddle
Spilled wine and heavy dust
It lies in the hands of the sick and cold
From the hole in the wall and rotten scrap
Coats are not decent yellow
Lying on the floor among the wet tracks
Cigarette butts and ashes lack of light
And the strange idea about moles
That is eaten without residue
And how big will the clouds in the window
On the walls drips blood stains
I believe all this is not our fault

Cases of people who came before us