Текст песни Клим Стронский - метро

run away forever staying in old places
alcoholic evenings.
forget how to breathe, getting up at 8 in the morning,
when this city is desperate.

and tomorrow I'll wake up again without you
on a hard couch
clutching a blanket.
I don't like distance so much.

in his hands fingering subway tokens,
going down the escalator.
I would feel something familiar
exactly,
but lost in my own pocket.

I fall asleep at the station while standing
the wind in the face invigorates with a slap in the face again,
I think I saw you in the last carriage,
but didn't say a word.