Текст песни дешевые эффекты - ожидание

Without looking back, running
In the mirror the emptiness,
Looking at the clock, waiting for
His ship in a deserted port.
How many sports fish on the bottom,
There, in cold water and in silence,
They silently name, but I
I do not want, I do not want ...
I do not want to stamp on utopia,
In its banality and vulgarity,
I ditch and burn copies
His never-ending joy.
How many clouds hanging over me,
They beckon me, they beckon,
With the inverted head
I shine, they shine.
At the head of flowing chaotically
The flow of thought in a sleepy delirium,
Sick at heart, I was wrong,
I'm waiting for your ship in the port of silent ..