Текст песни Илья Небослов - Блюз поломанного человека

Title, city lights lit up,
And a thin thread stretched.
Himself no longer fool.
Cold. Saved long sleeves,
And the head ventilated,
To pick up in memory.
Flying eight holidays, as if in a row
Sweep the icy row.
I'm trying to find the night.
So midnight, as the classics got a phone,
This is a wound movietone.
I have a broken man.
Day tramples aimless fire,
Confused in the patocco names,
My efficiency is equal to the percentage.
Raise me self-esteem.
I quietly did not want to put up nizatto
Intended around himself walls,
At itself and others were angry.
Waking up, found in strange places,
Maybe it's not just like that
And it doesn't look like a dream.
All this seems so far
To the life of the fled milk,
Pour me into the glass, remove the foam,
Raise me self-esteem.
There is no air, there is only smoke,
The mind dies under his cargo
And with this garbage climb on the wall.
Raise me self-esteem.