Текст песни аНДРЕЙ жАБИН - Про Одиночество

AM, C, G, EM
11:59 29.01.2002.

One cigarette remained in the pack
And I waved my entire planet for a long time.
Fell asleep saints, fell asleep
In a soft bed, shouts do not shout.
And in each window on the contrary - loneliness.

The city of empty electrics,
City of broken souls,
City of promotional tablets,
In the divorce of gasoline puddles.

I wanted to hang around - I did not find ropes,
Wanted to shoot - no pistol,
I wanted to cut the veins - there is no knife in the house
And it's not going anywhere from the second floor.
And in every smile, the moon is loneliness.

The crowd tears greedily meat,
Without a shadow of enlightenment
The crowd tears greedy everyone
Who dreamed of saying: "No!"
That is why I prefer loneliness.