Текст песни ночные грузчики - за пределами

do wrong night of movements looks at my body defenseless stupid
turn off the lights to listen to the city to try to remember who I am in these sounds
catch each rustle look at it to find an answer or not light up
afraid to dress down the stairs to be afraid to change the room the street

accelerate the step to think of as a child if you suddenly do not have time somebody dies
Ten nine one four three lane two and the last turn
or if the picture on the monitor will change faster than the pass crossroads
something nasty grabs me in the dark and I dissolve in the stuffy air

wrong thinking leave the pavement gently takes not afraid of random people
do not miss the moment and place where waiting for the best of all possible fates
dial the full light air compression speed through the void in front
the darkness and into the light what I was doing three wake up and my plate

everything outside of the track - a dream.
learn to speak instead of "I" - "he"
carefully separated from the features of the human ...
sleep - everything outside the track

all that is this track - and there was not.
to go beyond the "up / down", "black / white"
Open your eyes and see the reality was only under the eyelids ...
There is nothing outside of the track.

Early morning, chilly, this spring or fall, from dry buds trees?
Birds circling, not realizing or fly back. We leave quietly, one by one -
All matches were short, all the coins dropped edge.
I woke up and pointed his finger in the face - cheek remained thawed patch.

The sun hangs over the empty streets, a helpless and sad,
Ritual to go down under the earth to hear the noise, buy a ticket to somewhere else, so as not weaned
The soul is to be in the body, so the body has not forgotten the basic function:
Breathing, look, move, to distinguish themselves from all of whose pain can not be felt.

From everything that happened to be on the other side of the skin.
Where did this habit - to think that life is better than no life.
I was just a snail crawling on a razor's edge, sharp razor.
That was my dream. This is my nightmare. I crawl, I'm slipping in and stay alive.

everything outside of the track - a dream.
learn to speak instead of "I" - "he"
carefully separated from the features of the human ...
sleep - everything outside the track

all that is this track - and there was not.
to go beyond the "up / down", "black / white"
Open your eyes and see the reality was only under the eyelids ...
There is nothing outside of the track.