Текст песни Wall Street Band - Покинутый

For the life of the headphones, where the bredёsh,
People are calling it, and so gradually,
You are quietly finding, if the manhole
You are immersed in an eternal trance
Waiting for a miracle, lying in bed,
Dream chasing away all the time
Realizing that the world is a burden
I toss and turn and do not close you eyes

But what is it? What floats away,
You talk to her, but she is silent
And then, suddenly, a voice unheard
It calls you to leave

And in the morning, as a fragmented,
typically unassembled
Feeling the whole body, how the laziness
You want to wind up the day
And so it ends
Once again, in the morning there
How your brain explodes
Both inside rises
Storm and as the soul is torn
On hundreds of different parts of the dead
And you know that bored
And step one you decide the case
Do you go to where the whole city can be seen
And then you know how much controversy
Skopje over the precipice, as the crowd zhivodёrov
You take a step and if in a nightmare
Down you fly and how helium balloon
What bursts to slow motion
You are torn to pieces
And the light suddenly cuts through your eyes
In it you can see how the circle closes

Closes it, and now all over again
Transported we just go,
Where else were not where full of helium
In slow motion the ball