Текст песни Глухой Угол - Бунтарка

Cold light of neon and shop windows
The flow of cars in the arteries
Stone jungle
Still awake
Huge beast city
The eternal slave of gray everyday life

She is alone in the fun
Eyes shine, blush on cheeks
Mini skirt
She is a rebel and she is not one of those
Who will dance to the tune of someone else

And in my head a mess and rock and roll,
Holding a bottle of whiskey
Another unnecessary day
Leaves in English

(Pen) in his hands and gloves on his hands
He sold his soul for human pain
Making them pray and ask for mercy
Sent to heaven, thereby finding peace

(He followed her) and heels pounded on the asphalt
A stream in my head swirled thoughts parade
Merged into a long kiss at the intersections of cars,
Staring at her charming ass

From fear everything was compressed inside
I saw that not one
And accelerates the heart rhythm
And she speeds up the pace

Everywhere
Quiet -
A pen flashed in his hand

Right here
Famously
A bottle on his head

Shards lie around
Settles to the ground
A head in a puddle of whiskey

Another unnecessary day
Leaves in English
From year to year from all problems
Saves only whiskey