Текст песни Володя Юрковский - Мы видим в голубых экранах...

Here the light of yellow lamps
Autumn road lights.
And the world becomes clear,
When October comes.
Smell of gasoline, voices of people
Everything froze in one moment.
And on the threshold, whose shadow,
The clock on the wall is studying.

Smoke cigarettes and light showcases,
Embarrassing fades in pudge reflections
Cold wind, hum of cars.
Tell me who I need.

Death, shots, lies.
We see in blue screens.
And the campaign is still
What the world is that wars, all "on the drum".

We are only worried about the wallet,
The volume of money stuffed into it.
And if someone will die there,
Then we do not care, the loss is small.

People have forgotten that there is God.
What is love, moral wealth.
But someone sees between the lines.
He is forced to wander all his life.

Smoke cigarettes and light showcases,
Embarrassing fades in pudge reflections
Cold wind, hum of cars.
Tell me who I need ...