Текст песни Мнимые Числа - Будни

Paints are gathering on the horizon
World crisis, the global terror
Someone believes everything, and I was again left out
It's just for the global second-thief!

And I still fuck, I'm pretty calm
I'm not good at these things
I can not say that absolutely satisfied
Perhaps because of this drink on an empty stomach

Fun as I can, though often miss
Many people say we can not live
Yes, there was used me, I used the soul in you not looked for
I do not want to, and quit smoking

In the meantime, everything is going as is, what can you do
One day there is a hangover
I can not say that this has nothing to do
But, what will be will be, above all, that then