Текст песни Дымовая Завеса - 2. Этажи

Slim:
In a huge country, under the dome of the sky of gray
People live, among the rain and snow,
Among boxes, typical twelve-storees
Draw days in dust urban soot
You are not from here? Then welcome!
But prepare the amount and preferably
We will show you what these quarters breathe.
And these houses, along the roads and sidewalks
It grows out everything here, breaks, boiled,
Suffered, used in the right proportions
And no village, everyone knows
Where to get and how much it costs
Some read books, others in the forest for mushrooms
"Sixty" actually inserts, if not poured
Can a couple of Ferrari pink, Mercedes
Or coconut for two afternoon weight?
Who sat for what it sits down and when it comes out
Anyone in the course of these cases for any weather.
And if you caught not regretting money
Don't want to try on rob-collect greens
There is nothing to catch in this hole divided into areas
At the metro station, on cell phones,
On those who write laws and who performs them
But this life is unlikely to change this life.

Slim, Lexus:
Machines, garages, wet roofs,
Floors, types, all breathe
Listen, tell me, do you hear anything?
And I hear how these floors breathe

Machines, garages, wet roofs,
Floors, types, all breathe
Listen, tell me, do you hear anything?
And I hear how these floors breathe

Lexus:
Tender breathing candles, I fill lungs
Such ease, I reflect the volume
And urban noise sinks in infinity
Inexhaustible force of eternity
Globes of traffic lights, new patterns
Metal signs are full of metamorphosis
New questions threaten stands
Rich stores that guard mannequins
According to this scheme, the days, then the week
Plants work, ideas are born
Gasoline flooded cars, go in motion
We see the same faces in the subway
On this topic, we swear with your neighbors
Build new circles in this citadel
We will all be the first, even if not immediately,
Mind intelligences fruit this infection

Slim, Lexus:
Machines, garages, wet roofs,
Floors, types, all breathe
Listen, tell me, do you hear anything?
And I hear how these floors breathe

Machines, garages, wet roofs,
Floors, types, all breathe
Listen, tell me, do you hear anything?
And I hear how these floors breathe

Slim:
On the outskirts, well, in the central quarters
Among the factories and bars, again we are wearing grass
Well, everything is in the old way, grind the sidewalks
And we hope that it will be more, that little
In the meantime, in your room, I watch the news,
I listen to silence, write these stories
On the fourth floor, in the first entrance,
In the apartment at number seven, in the same place.

Lexus:
Breaking the limits
Trying to put fate-bitch on your knees
All we are in a circle in one direction,
Trying to find a new generation
New signals catch radio antenna,
Trying to change the course of events in the universe
New tasks replenish file folders,
New Messages, Messages, Messages, Cognition,
Sometimes lead to the inevitability,
To everyday conflict in our everyday life
Sharp aspirations absorb nerves
We write new recipes, boil the potions again.

Slim, Lexus:
Machines, garages, wet roofs,
Floors, types, all breathe
Listen, tell me, do you hear anything?
And I hear how these floors breathe

Machines, garages, wet roofs,
Floors, types, all breathe
Listen, tell me, do you hear anything?
And I hear how these floors breathe

Machines, garages, wet roofs,
Floors, types, all breathe
Listen, tell me, do you hear anything?
And I hear how these floors breathe

Machines, garages, wet roofs,
Floors, types, all breathe
Listen, tell me, do you hear anything?
And I hear how these floors breathe