Текст песни зимние виды спорта - гороскоп

dust on the window
dust on the doors of apartments
those nights you prefer to sleep
but I do not sleep
there are better things to do
I go out for a walk on the floors

In this city everything is asleep
lost the game , Take the hand of fear
in this house where all are asleep
a person does not need a head on his shoulders

dust on the window
a pile of fresh newspapers
on the penultimate page looking horoscope
figures and signs ask me algorithm
I know that there will be seven storeys forward