Текст песни Nemtzov - Тёмные коридоры

(Poems Alexander Scuba)

People pass through the dark corridors,
People go along the streets, in the entrance, quietly,
Autumn almost died, and Spring is not soon,
It is time for Avrals and Nervous Tick.

In the stuffy foil, the pianist plays the Bach,
The air interferes with the smell of vodka and sweat,
Somewhere on the street is how the dog is about something,
Someone to such a mother shoot someone.

Time squeezes the brain and squeezes juices,
Thoughts go under the convoy of their convulsions,
People diverge, they are pressed deadlines,
Maybe even no longer gather.

They will not wait for the mountains and distant countries,
People will leave the hall without waiting for codes.
People include bright television screens
And turn off dull skills.