Текст песни СиндроМ - Ритуал

Responds steps chimes detail
In impassable worn trouser pockets
He's not looking for a beer given that there
And a bottle of glass flowered in the fingers
And a bottle of glass flowered in the fingers

It was April, and the city was in a hurry to work -
Ter asphalt tire heel and whistling
He drank his amber like something important,
Amid the faceless stone and worldly bodies
Amid the faceless stone and worldly bodies

Like all aspiring to lead the ritual
Like wise the Japanese, he savored the moment
It becomes a soul under his shirt melted,
And face flushed rough oval
And face flushed rough oval

Ritual
This ritual
It's my ritual
The daily ritual
Ritual
This ritual
It's my ritual
The daily ritual

Ten minutes later, a life filled with meaning -
Retreated ailments chaotic day ...
And on the lower lip hung a cigarette,
Enveloping haze in a smooth dance of fire
Enveloping haze in a smooth dance of fire

Ritual
This ritual
It's my ritual
The daily ritual
Ritual
This ritual
It's my ritual
The daily ritual

That's all empty wells forgotten ...
That's the dust on the desk of deputy choir
On the bottom of the bottle only flashed a ray of sunshine -
As if a sign that today no longer die
As if a sign that today no longer die
It is a sign that it is now not die
Yes, it's a sign - today we are not going to die

Ritual
This ritual
It's my ritual
The daily ritual
Ritual
This ritual
It's my ritual
The daily ritual