Текст песни Скепсис - Дом Культуры

House of Culture

G a f
I'm on these trams
Hm d e
As much as I remember myself
I watch the inhabitants of the glass
I remember how scared
So that I’ll live my life as a poor man
E
Fluent in the wisdom of life
G a
Looking in love as fall leaves fall
E G A
Without any meaning in the faces of the smartest passers-by flying

And those that scared
As before, they stand in a row
Sleeping on the handrails in the morning
And in rail steel
Their lives bear the weight of wheels
And the foliage on them falls too seriously
And at the wrong time, rain and hugs crush

E
And while the wheels drive
G a
Pull the wires my route
Hm
They don't like don't wait
D
They are silent
But while they are above me
Sleep well at night

Under the weight of steel
Life is oppressed by a set of facial wrinkles
Knit a wrist around the wrists
These people are tired
Spinning around in a familiar ring
With the same intonation
What "sell" and "buy"
Respond to “I want” erased “I love”
Put dots at the beginning and commas at the end

G a
And only I rush there
F # hm
Where they never wait
Where the lines hung overhead
Where is their silence

And while the wheels drive
Pull the wires my route
Sagging lash of minutes
Stretched for hours
And while they are above me
Sleep well at night

G A F # Hm D E
Greedily hoarfrost swallows sunny islands of advertisements
Protecting from sadness the envy of frozen citizens
And the stomachs are filled and sparkle with the edges of the car
But menacingly, the minibuses outside the window pass anyway