Текст песни Аморальное блюдечко - Метро

subway inevitably become a misanthrope
and you see in the flea market ochumevshih foreigners.
still all roads, paths and trails
lead exclusively to your station.

still remains the last day yesterday,
and tomorrow will be the same vague.
I ride the subway with Adrenalin'om Rush'em
to work in the early morning in February.

subway inevitably become cynical,
people begin to hate their own eyes.
Metro like a big crazy clinic
which it is quiet at night.

only a few crazies, like you and me:
smiling, young and cruise
hot kiss, without saying anything,
at night, driving around in their chambers.

© Ars-Pegas