Текст песни Лёгкие - Река

cities and countries, mountains, oceans
This world is on the bare ground
how can it be right, did not get sick
Who is it, Mom, looking so obstinately
at me from the black glass subway
I myself sometimes do not see it inside

well, as long as the road going far
a look back - and there is nothing to remember
Only darkness and epileptic rain
perpetual rain
how we lost what was in the hands of
than to fill our empty hands
and wreaths and the river carries away corpses
it is deep

do not write anything about me posters
It means nothing my nickname
rolling a bad ball, I'm going after him
I am able to run on glass and snow
I can walk to walk on water
sloping walk forever in the coming day

I must again say a word
how tired I assume floors
I probably realized too late how to live
nothing to think, do not remember anything,
do not wait to sit on the river
boats and yachts white waving hand