Текст песни GreyMillenium - Потерянные

Someone admitted recently that we're missing,
Here we are looking for men with lanterns in the dust of the cellars,
That yellow tabloid magazines have written,
What we wear, our signs, the contents of his pockets.

Throughout the city we see the world with photos.
Here you are with your friends, so we embraced, here I am in the summer in the park.
Rumor has it that we did not get out of the protracted apathy.
They say that I have seen in the subway in lysergic fit.

We are running on all the tracks, fields, sleeping in a tent
I photograph on the film, as you eat of the bread with fire.
And this silence, and this winter, and a sweet taste in the soul
As if we are asleep and dreaming everything about what can only dream yesterday.

Weave gossip, guesswork, in police stations false calls
That janitor finds us in the middle of an empty playground.
Snow melts, exposing our tibia, clavicle and vertebrae.
And the homeless raises my glasses with a paving stone blocks ...