Текст песни Филипп Вейс - Ланселот

The clock was tapping its time,
And an unwelcome evening in a whisper
He announced with a machine rumble,
That the scales of fate have broken.
A chair awaits and a bottle of conscience
Cools down on a dirty tablecloth.
By the window, like at the edge of an abyss,
TV broadcasts from the porch.
One, two ... It's just horrible
In a lined gray world
And one on one with eternity
Lancelot in a communal apartment.
The bell screeched like mad.
The actress of the evening flashed through the door.
And today there is nothing to do -
You are marked with her gaze.
She likes to be in the spotlight
And his bed is like a stage
And neighbors from understanding
Planks were ripped apart against the wall.
She will leave, leaving only the smells.
They are happy, she is sure
The fact that her strength is tested.
He believes that everyone is deaf.
And warming, as always, his evening tea,
Flips through one of the smartest books.
Everything is good. Don't even notice them!
They don't care which way the shift is.