Текст песни Ahimas, П.Ё.С., Быба - Будни

where not burn candles are not falling star
in the city of concrete boxes ways forgotten stories
a few lines on pieces of notebooks in line
I realized one thing right now is hope begets inaction

Happiness always seems smaller than when it was over
alone days and twice the length
... in conscience, and resting on the cold soil
when you do not need to prove anything any more

You do not need an excuse when it does not change anything
I had dreams and waking nightmares
He got into a vicious circle of lies and wickedness
and I think that there is no escape but he was right under the nose

that we presented during the week that the weekend
Time can not walk back past to be forgotten
eclairs and coffee naval battle Leps and sadness
Boat on the b-seven walks slowly to the bottom

all days are alike as one
all the days among the houses and dirty cars
I wanted but nothing has changed
and every day both circular nipped vinyl (4 times)