Текст песни Кутаи - Каждый день с чистого листа

Tons of lyre, life in the picture
We learned to live
For the sun to shine for us
And we set fire to the wick with sparks
The themes that we stand
Until the last breath in our hearts rhythms.

Queue for luck
Surrender to Dali
All the same channels from the screen
We were taught to cry, fall, not give up
To be confused
When it is not appropriate in fact
Turn out to be weak.

And every day from scratch
Trying to wake up in the morning
To start here all over again
But there is a desire to postpone everything to the end
Hoping to stretch out with full, what we need.

And by click, past the hype that spun during the intrigue
To be independent
In the ring where all the veins are squeezed.
I'm sorry mom
But the world began to fuss instantly when it grew.

Everything became catchy, long trips became languid
And the books didn’t help
After all, a living allowance is a lived experience, and not on sheets of a line.

Gen. insisted on frowning eyebrows from dubious enthusiasm, with questions of the possibility of being sharpened
In the plane, like air in a test tube.
The poles of the big city have changed us
And who on the word air, also air no more.

Tons of lyre, life in the picture
We learned to live
For the sun to shine for us
And we set fire to the wick with sparks
The themes we stand
Until the last breath in our hearts rhythms.