Текст песни Дима Курылев - Белая лента

It's already night outside the window, but something can't sleep,
The ulcers on the body hurt more and more
Try to be reborn
To feel the sweet oblivion again

We wake up every morning with someone
In the head or even in the phone screen
But no one, none, white ribbon
Tied hands, simple care

Endless thoughts about the eyes of the interlocutor
Let them know that you are still alive
Yes, seemingly pale, dead skin
It's not mine to dream, covering my head with a blanket.

A dark corner, this is probably the place
To hide and try to sleep
There is a ceiling overhead, a very strange place.
You will not walk on it, you will not be able to turn.

A dream catcher hangs in the same place,
Catches mental breakdowns
And the moment you want to see love
He betrays your worn-out, dirty, crumpled motives in a dream

It doesn't brighten outside the window, you still can't sleep
Empty or just killed by someone long ago
But no one is alone, excitement squeezes my chest
And on his hands a white ribbon.