Текст песни LampЫ ORCHESTRA - Продавец воздуха

According to the latest intelligence data
On radio reports
I'm just a carrier of the virus
Sales agent.
My palms are open
My breathing sperpe
Probably it is from God
But most likely from the line.

Air seller.

My shoes were worn out
I know that this is not very.
In your Italian boats
My lonely nights.
And people laugh in the back
And people give slap
When I go with a suitcase
Crashing loneliness.

Air seller.

Here everyone along the way
Here everyone on the road
Here are all semi people
While you semi gods!
True said
Feed me to bother me
Well, who would you think