Текст песни Андрей Козловский - 8 этаж

Something is difficult to breathe - there is no air,
My soul broke down on floor number eight ...
Tunnels that lead to the light
Are already occupied, or completely lost.

Big confusion in little lies
The world is wasted by lies, like a mitten by a moth.
If it hurts so much, why am I alive?
But if I'm alive - why does it hurt so much?

For one hundred and four days
I don't have you, you don't have me.
Not a single fire
One hundred and four days now.

I get on the bus, I dive in the subway
I live the floors either on foot or by elevator.
I am generally a favorite of fair winds,
I would also like to know when to enter, and where to exit ...

For one hundred and four days
I don't have you, you don't have me.
Not a single fire
For one hundred and four days ...