Текст песни Святослав Свидригайлов - night

night over the prospectus was
walk barefoot on the asphalt
the city wakes up sluggish
how bored SOB

broken lights lamps
neck harness the wind
inhale and exhale the cold
thoughts lump is not about

street waiting hurrying
flocks of half-dead bodies
the city plays in the box
put black shawl

night over the prospectus was
I stood without them - one
night is too little
to see the stars from the bottom of