Текст песни Поп-комбинат - Хмурое утро

Gloomy morning in a sweat box,
Outside the snow.
I wake up, I go on the subway,
I'm sick and blind.
Every morning the same,
Rhythm and heavy sleep,
I see off with internal tremor
Packed with a crowd of the platform.
Someone reading the daily newspapers,
Hastening on business
I'm prone to strange stress
Basically, in the morning.
Someone comes out right and left,
Pushes in the back and the side,
But wait, I kind of came,
But leave me a hard time.
Morning and evening have closed themselves
The endless circle.
At 7 o'clock alarm clock wakes,
Do not give sleep.
Three hours there and back.
Particularly during rush hour
I'm uncomfortable, I hate,
I'm not used to it.