Текст песни М.В. - Твое место

Your place

Go up one floor
Here is the same view as on the roof
Evening. Quiet. Few cars. Saturday
I like to see the city from a bird's eye view
People. Trams. Sphotophores.
Houses without lights are mountains
I stand smoking on the balcony
I stand as if on a slope
And below everything is so usual
Everything is so familiar

Scattered letters in the wind
Scattered apple cores on the floor
Tore up all the verses and burn them
It's in the past what's important is what's ahead

Slammed the door
I ran away on the steps
In the black arch
Slipped and fell
Very simple
Alcohol is already in the blood
It's in the past what's important is what's ahead

Scattered letters in the wind
Scattered apple cores on the floor
Tore up all the verses and burn them
It's in the past what's important is what's ahead

Your place is above this roof
Probably all .. You can't hear me