Текст песни Milko Mario and Саня Грек - В который раз

treading roads again
zero in pockets, jacket in dust
and on Olympus Gods hang
the lighthouse shines with glass in the distance

I'm wasting my time again
doors closed, no keys
I'm like the hero of the wrong poem
Bukowski style open pour

and what a strange trip
with evil gaiety head on the table
someday I will find a place
where in my thoughts I went far
where have I lost all my talents
in the middle of the desert was in the shade
and every year under the chimes
I go out again, and the lights go out

once again i get a chance
find even a spark among the ashes
on the shore of paper phrases
drive myself into anguish

once again morally against
but I have come to terms with this life
living in excuses will be easier
it will be easier, but impossible