Текст песни Гамора - Будни серые

Weekdays are slightly others in thoughts of insanity,
Perhaps time will change, but the time of insanity,
Do not become younger soul is not the songs
Notebooks have become empty words fly in the wind.

The rain did not abated week, then a lot of reason,
Thoughts were walking on the sheets at night
Chill for glazing all the music of the absurd,
In the kitchen, cigarette smoke, broken crockery

On the walls of new scars in the memory of someone's face
Shabby Hood Street again this Insomnia
Inside was walking out of the void, and that it has stopped
Everything is in reality how you want it to only dreamed of.

Year shootings at close range if the target in a shooting gallery
Dreams are broken and asphalt somewhere in the small world
Remember to keep Brother as if fate had not Dalby
Poetry flowed nowhere when running low on ink.

Empty pages are drab outskirts
instead of one of the capital.
Where we would not lead the way, but the world does not become another
Again shouting struggling: & quot; Childhood do not go! & Quot;

I remember in 2005, three in the stairwell
Ideas moved mind, memories portraits
Not enough time has passed, we are still like children
Time does not go back and let the wind blows it.

Again crushes these sheets to Cart
It was a little cold, summer again reminded of the winter,
But there is still a mundane picture of autumn
Thoughts ate cold in the windows of the empty apartment.

Stuck to the monitor and the music hovered for days
A pack of cigarettes, all the same shabby jacket
The eyes are not the same lights have other concerns
Time does not bring back not rewind the years ...