Текст песни Евгения Роз - Ночь создает фантазии из временных порталов

Night creates a fantasy of the time portals
Morning scatter them on the wet ashes
Quickly get dressed and run to the train station,
In getting a kick back by the wind.

Wet pigeons sleeping in a ditch at the stop
People in a hurry, cough and sneeze.
I'm in a hurry, charging the rifle in the head
Soon I'll shoot, and this morning has melted.

Grey flow break the people in the cars
Someone stepped on the foot, and can- be excused
We need to close your eyes and become detached
Add headphones and did not look at the face.

And do not look at the face.

The trains are always the most delicious tea
Travel And say what you like on someone -That
Flee
of himself as a vagabond,
To myself, to meet people in the faces of passers-by.

Alone? Come on, we bet who first
stop, breathless panic attack.
Let's see, who have the nerve
Convert all your senses in the traffic signs.