Текст песни Стас Видяев - Кольцевая

Monday 7 am
Like driving onto a roundabout.
Past the signs of gray faces
Life goes round.

From the beginning of other beginnings ...
And the ending is not clear yet ...
Here comes the day - she is alone
Within four walls, it's so strange
Somewhere there are other countries, cities ...

Fight with myself again
And hurry up somewhere ...
She would fly away like a bird to nowhere.

Tuesday followed by Wednesday
They lay the path imperceptibly.
Friday after Thursday
Hiding in love for fun.

From the beginning of other beginnings ...
And the ending is not clear yet ...
Here comes the day - she is alone
Within four walls - it's so strange
Somewhere there are other countries, cities ...

Fight with myself again
And hurry up somewhere ...
She would fly away like a bird to nowhere

And the seventh day comes,
And running slows down for a while.
We're leaving the roundabout -
He lets us loose.

From the beginning of other beginnings ...
And the ending is not yet clear ...
So the day we are alone
Within four walls - it's so strange
Somewhere there are other countries, cities.

The mean days carry us
We can't keep up with them
But you can't stay here forever.