Текст песни Камышовые Сны - Русские Города

Well, where am I going?
There is no room here anyway.
Here I am standing
And I don't know who I am.

Or completely zero,
Either one.
And there is no pain in the back of your head
Will not calm down.

A moat is washed out along the road.
Wires are mixed up.
Iksha, Yakhroma, Dmitrov -
Russian cities

And what would I not come up with,
They say: "Yes, you are delirious!", - they say, -
"Your masterpiece
Don't sell for euros! "

No matter how you look out the window,
It's still a shame.
What is there ahead?
I can not see anything.

Is the haddock dying in the sea
Is quinoa rushing across the field.
Dmitrov, Yakhroma, Iksha -
Russian cities

I slammed the door behind me
When I came out of trust.
Don't mean anything
I do not call, I do not cry

Oh, at what cost
All my experience is acquired.
What will he tell me now?
Will not say anything.

How many liters, for example
Water has flowed to nowhere
Iksha, Yakhroma, Dmitrov
Russian cities.