Текст песни Abbat Santos - Провода

Where it hid the sun,
For your large pupils?
You seek an explanation for the way -
Posted life program.
Everything works fine,
The schedule is not disrupted,
Only once serially,
You obey scenario.
Nails-lights
Crossroads cross
Over Golgotha ​​light
But there are no free seats.

etc.

Wires tram -
The strings on the fretboard streets,
On the throat of the city
They took and healed.
Not on the way to destiny,
As if you fall down.
Wound on wheels
Parallel Lives!
Parallel to the life.

II
Each "day" of her eyes,
For your window as the stars.
What are they going to say?
All ... I forgot ... now it's too late.
What to love
There may be prepyadstviya?
In millimeters from his lips -
Killometrov space.
And short meetings
Rare goodbye
In millimeters from his lips:
"Hello" ... "dosvidaniya".
Windows- sights,
Gossip rifles.
Every word nashe-
We are also at the heart of a splinter ...