Текст песни Лина Семина - Я словно бы зажата в этом урбане

It's like I'm trapped in this urban
And the house across the street rests on my heel.
I wanted to do something reasonable again
But again I had to bribe my conscience.

For a long time I have been in a share with my own thoughts,
They will let me go if need be.
Where to begin? Better start with clean.
How to apply? Probably outwardly.

In dreams of a god of his own name
I started playing cards without jacks.
How can you be, tell me, so cold?
How could you get so cold?

Epithets littered by demography
Beautiful words have not been appreciated for a long time.
In high esteem - photoshop photography,
A haughty look and tits to measure.

Tired of ruling the brain alive but dead
Read poetry to the deaf, write to the blind.
I want to ask myself the question: "Do you love?"
And become happy again. For real.

© Lina Semina