Текст песни Пустые улицы и коробок спичек. - Пешком.

Five minutes - it does not matter,
Reaching or to run,
Bus will leave today, I will go back one day,
Never get everything exactly calculated.

All somewhere to run,
Rush to the train,
And because of the delay tearing his hair,
And it has become a habit each.

Rush for time,
See forever on the clock,
After all, everything is temporary,
Even the grass is not in a hurry poniknut under the drops of dew.

I walk through the crowd of people,
That jostling run,
As if in a hurry to give a ton of gems,
And the air rush tear.

Five minutes - it does not matter,
There is no need to run, in my backpack no diamonds hundred tons,
Shut the door, holding paper money,
It's nothing I'd rather take a walk on foot.