Текст песни 45 км - Шорох

The rustle of the dark in the apartment
Something close to me in this world
For a brick wall built .
Each angle is similar to another ,
Everything is so smooth - in me and with me .
People and the wall behind the dark glasses
Indistinctly seen , all pretty faded .

Every passer dreams of children ,
And I feel in this world
Odd Man ...
Plus so cool to think about them
Not realizing at the same time neither one nor the other .

Hidden in a corner, in the four planes
About which never say in the West ,
Paint on the wall of the square of Malevich ,
Gradually delving into yourself and eat for ...
And trapeznichat ...

Bring themselves to emptiness, indifference ,
Taking every step different guise ,
And let alone a cup of strong tea.
High-rise buildings on the rails to get to heaven ,
High-rise buildings on the rails to get to heaven ,
High-rise buildings on the rails to get to heaven ,
High-rise buildings on the rails to get to heaven ...

And with high-rise on the land itself returning to lie ..