Текст песни proЭкт Ы - Лишь счастливы те, кто настоящим живет

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Gray weekdays as concrete slabs ,
Under pressure , with an emphasis on the chest ...
Air a little lost in the world,
With difficulty it can be inhaled ..

Dull street corners everywhere ,
A new step is always the chosen path ,
And in his heart , we harness the deep ,
What seemed to not return .

So we are all marking time in life,
By forming a vicious circle ,
And the soul , as before , they are no cures ,
Only happy those who are real