Текст песни КоМори - Поговорим о погоде

Let's talk with you about the weather?
But still, only a whisper.
Answer: Who's that fit?
And if I pass that granted?
Phone calls are stingy,
Every passer-by - you.
We are stupid!
We are dumb!
Every day is pushing into the pit of emptiness.
Great are our words,
But still - the void,
What hinders breathing,
Prevent sleep!
Interferes.
Interfere!
Prevents dream!
Remembering the bad cause.
Each heart is broken,
And then wash,
As evidence before sunset.
Maestro has long dead.
Each of us - the corpse.
Everyone finds his Brutus!
And you already waiting.
Music plays in the background.
Life is the first plan.
You all the time there are satisfied? -
It smells of self-deception.
You call yourself a man ...
You - the reincarnation of the ejected light.
Do not lie! Do not listen to all!
Hear the laughter,
A better talk to you about the weather.
But still, only a whisper.
The world is not on that note.
You do not pass that granted.

© Copyright: Nikolai Ovchinnikov, 2015