Текст песни ROD - ПРУТЬЯ

What did you forget bro here, maybe a knife under the rib
What do you dont go to our area
A couple of hours before a sweet dream
These are not jokes, people are lost here
Let us not forget them
BUT there is no sense from these blind manners
You yourself are so without one minute
You ask for a package, you have a sister and a dead grandfather in kindergarten
Who will think about them, who will protect from adversity
If you disappear, no brains at all
It's not time to relax
the future looks at us contemptuously
In the gray concrete walls, we are outside of public dogma and opinion.
The sun does not warm empty hopes
Only in the mood for the music of the wind
Ready to live a couple more weeks
Away from the hustle and bustle on a chair
Phones ringing, noise in the speaker
Sometimes they graze, but more often they just wait
Behind the steel bars, a dark, difficult route stretches for meager everyday life.