Текст песни Абдулаев Сабр - епт трек

The clock was noted
After all, the floor is seventh
And on a sheet of paper nothing
There is only a lines small
Yes, so-so two words "Is there anything?"
Stand at Kursk
Read thoughts from passersby
How long for long? bother
No on a little
I'll teach, subtract, I will leave
Why do I need gray Moscow
With her similar to sad faces
For a smile passersby
What are smiling so rarely
And I don't remember
But this is a city
And one and a half per trip
Waiting for the time will come
And cut off the crumb
But by a little
You think they are falling,
But do not worry because it is possible
And think that legally
That illegally
I'm poured
At Kursk Station
Reading these lines
And forgetting to put points
After all, it is difficult to silence when inserts
Words simple knocking down in rhyme
And scoring with rhyme
No more words ma
And on a sheet of paper again
Nothing
Not a word
I do not see I do not darkness either light
Not emptiness neither edge of paradise
And again nothing and nothing again
And on a sheet of paper again
Empty word nothing
And maybe the word again
Perceived you as nothing again
And here again open spaces
Night noisy Moscow
And in captivity
Be on the will
On the will of the one that is not mine
Read
And on the boulevard ring
Stepping kilometers
Dream of where winds blow
Swinging on kacheli
Moscow and other anyone who swing

No, I do not punish