Текст песни Ломаные Плоскости - Утро

The morning began with a broken cup
thin shards on the floor
Bang breaks through the fresh wind window
I'm standing barefoot in his shirt

it seems to be easier today
than yesterday, but heavier than tomorrow
I'll think about it at night
It would be really

new acquaintances and newspapers
old problems and habits
talk, coffee, cigarettes
ah, which again happened to match

hell of a ride along the avenue
traffic lights, people and machines
city ​​smells dusty summer wind
reflected all large Vetrin

Morning brings faith on luck
to hell with that debris is everywhere
lifts mood instantly
so in the morning to beat the dishes