Текст песни Роман Филлипов - Лазарь

recalculate matches
Nowhere do the time
Waiting for the train whistle - the eternal burden
In suburban life
Eternal joy
What is the fate of a sudden one day changing, left

Yes, the young were
Yes, nonsense even carried
But not with empty hearts we went to visit
A twenty-five - old age
It was a terrible mess
Whether we become smarter
Whether we are full

Arise, go, Lazarus
Come on the bed, just
There must at least someone will be living among the dead
Among the positions, money
Among the passports of the skin
There must at least someone to just go around the world

It seems to be weighed
recalculated twice
Even humbled that the kitchen - always closely
And then the sun again
Something terrible wait
To see in the mirror your own eyes morning

Well, pour vodka
Yes Charge stick
Right now we got shot of the pie in the sky
Yes, come to dinner
What am I, notes sorry
And then again in the train - and food night

The best gift of fate
Between the needle and the pain
Looking into the eyes of the pool in time with bated breath
To further exhalation
Another word
The weakest hand to give happiness

Arise, go, Lazarus
Come on the bed, just
There must at least someone will be living among the dead
Among the positions, money
Among the passports of the skin
There must at least someone to just go around the world

Arise, go, Lazarus
Be the crowd blot
There must at least someone else to sing on the Arbat

Just go around the world ...