Текст песни аНДРЕЙ жАБИН - Монолог

Am, C, G, Em
15:43 01/11/2002

... and sometimes it seems to me that I live
in the painted world
And that everything is subject to the hand
poisoned genius
And so I want to tear the lying links of events.

Fake face painted heroes
and proud profile
Drinking sleepiness with thick "coffee",
Point the way to nowhere
Where do the models of cities get up
and festive tinsel.

Do you remember how beautiful the sky seemed
what a high distance
And how lonely burned above us
North Star,
Now, there is a completely gray range around.

Fake smiles and pathos of newspapers
Exacerbate the bitterness of the morning
Empty faces carry empty eyes
past my cold hands
And it’s so much like a series
on a suddenly closed circle,
which sometimes seems to me -
I live in a painted world ...