Текст песни Дмитрий Данильченко - Розовый вечер

Sunset paints the walls of the room pink
Like a whore with cheap toxic varnish;
Colors flow down from the eaves to the vulgarity of the spellbound

A feigned Moscow sunset.
Blind eye sockets of entrances smoked with dope
Swearing girls in red pantyhose with dreams

For example, about great love
Between tram and vodka,
They are waiting for a new morning, probably dreaming of becoming trains ...
We have nowhere to escape, but it is so easy to break;
You are going somewhere for the hundredth time: to the stars or to the left.
It's a common thing when there is nothing left to hide
You can seem bold, but you don't need to
Unfortunately for everyone.
We have nowhere to go; January is competing with March,
While the sky paints the bare walls dull black and green
While the wallpaper continues to slide inadvertently
On the floor.
In different directions of light.