Текст песни Четверио - Серая жизнь

On the street frowned upon,
 At work, there is no place for you,
 At the head of hundreds of unanswered questions.
 Joy - dancing and blue
 Or lack thereof.
 Your life - the first of a million million.

 Grey Life Grey outskirts of the city.
 Your shoes - a target for the views of passers-by.
 You now so lonely and so painfully cold.
 Wind cold fingers on your skin.

 Someone is laughing in the back,
 Forces left to fight back.
 Even the family hates the failure ...
 You again drunk as a lord,
 Friends donesut home.
 Warm, hospitable, but someone else's.

 Grey Life Grey outskirts of the city.
 Your shoes - a target for the views of passers-by.
 You now so lonely and so painfully cold.
 Wind cold fingers on your skin.

 Night frowned,
 Pain drill head,
 You hide your fear at the bottom of beer bottles.
 But do not hide from it:
 Climbs chest window opening
 Your endless fear before tomorrow afternoon.

 Grey Life Grey outskirts of the city.
 Your shoes - a target for the views of passers-by.
 You now so lonely and so painfully cold.
 Wind cold fingers on your skin.