Текст песни Толя Котов - Ничего душевного

There is nothing spiritual in this
City of money, city of money
Tomorrow will be new couplets
While I'm on the plane thinking about summer
Every time hammering pockets in cash
Gray smoke, shores and oceans
It's all around, it's cold
Frozen deep ice in the shower
Only gloss, falsehood, beautiful lights in the darkness
I look and rejoice at people with a low rush
Everything is new for them, everything is amazing for them
but when I was going through all these chips
When you dive headlong in exclusive
Already not that picture, I want warmth
But I'm not going to change anything here
On plasma cannols, sad Love stories
How not to fall there and skimp in grief
My throat is dry, the mint in my mouth
The wheels are spinning, and I'm driving confidently
I know people who are out of heat
Feelings are not for us, all this is nonsense
But still I want emotions
For someone it's a dream
And for someone for granted

It's not mentally
This is basically sad
Hundred cents in my pocket
And the soul is empty
And so be it! Wheels spin
Airport, suitcases, jackets
To heaven!

It's not mentally
This is basically sad
Hundred cents in my pocket
And the soul is empty
And so be it! Wheels spin
Airport, suitcases, jackets
To heaven!