Текст песни Femto - Остановись

The wind is playing a sonata of sadness -
just a dead leaf and some crazy.
Nobody will let him in the doorway
because there are already waiting for others.
In the silence of the streets, a verse subsides.

In sleek, concrete castle houses
each has his own feat and sin.
A cold cold must come from the north -
winter. And joy for everyone.
And the blizzard will add interference to the air.

Ears and cheeks flooded with fire
three words - a puff - and silence.
Mental spasm. And in painful shock
He does not believe that war is again.
After all, only one string burst.

And the heart is no longer an organ - urine.
And the leaves have fallen. And all as always.
He so wanted to start over
but only water from the sky.
And what on earth? Some cities.

Twirling pencil on frayed leaves
(he called his shabby notebook)
symphony of night quilted quilted
and thought that everything would pass.
But one day the flight will be interrupted.

And he writes his lines all night
hoping the next one is a clean slate.
And the scream is getting quieter. It will fall off the roof.
Boy. Maximalist.
Nobody will say: "Stop."