Текст песни Александр Веселов - Прострация

Breathing of the wind blew the clock candles,
On the Gulf of Finland, the evening went down,
Impregnated secret tunnels in the empty metro.
You are talking about something important, but I'm still ...

I left myself
Only shell goals for
Move on the ground.
And he himself went fuss
Trick in other worlds
And do not lean the doors.

Ruddy, rushing cars with a broken cable
Towards the Baltic rains and frost.
Say whatever you want - my memory is now a clean sheet.
No, I don't care, I'm just now an escapist ...