Текст песни Алексей AVTOR ATA Шутилов - Дворовый блюз - 05 ЖАРА

HEAT
In the city of my heat, my city - the boiler,
I go through life ahead, stubborn as a mule,
You do not need my words to something to hide,
Well of course the head, do not care.

The boiler us brains floating hell, wandering delirium.
The loop will forget about everything in the loop forget, or not ...

Do not cry, I do not pity you,
Believe me, I've seen too melancholy and sadness,
Do not say that you can not tolerate your pain,
Once you put up, could he and I have.

How tired of talking into the void,
How tired I look not at the ...

And proudly he pulled off from the heat, it does not help,
Do you remember sunstroke - that it might,
Abruptly than from zero to five fell on the sand,
Closing his eyes black glass dreamed of anguish.