Текст песни Кристина Багдасарян - Тот ещё не устал

Who did not pour your soul into a glass
he still remembers the sound of the wind -
the voice of will in the chain of events.
He's not tired yet.

He falls head down on the glass on the bus
Greedily, like a fish, a five-minute sleep is enough;
out of habit, it's not scary not to stay on the globe,
out of habit it is so scary for the seeker reason.

Who did not pour your soul into a glass
he still remembers the sound of the wind -
the voice of will in the chain of events.
He's not tired yet.

He wakes up with a hematoma just above the temple -
out of habit - the same fool, out of habit, got stuck -
he is interested - he can no longer look down -
lets accidents come closer ... even closer.

Statistics didn't work out. But the gushing river
carries both time and numbers through his fingers, falling into the soul,
turning memory into a stranger's tale with eccentric manners,
steps into anti-meanings. Out of habit, he has a cold.

Who did not pour his soul into a glass,
he still remembers the sound of the wind -
the voice of will in the chain of events.
He's not tired yet.

Will you go together
and become a song.
There - for the sunsets -
sneak away
staying here.