Текст песни Макс Newman - Человек дождя

his life is deja vu with a phantom
lines, rhymes, backs, background,
he has been roaming for a hundred years,
builds locks in his head
... but one day it will come to the parapet
his lines about love - a commonplace stencil
in vain he sang songs to her in the yard
under the window ... here is a deer ...
talked in the neighborhood ...
forget ... friends said
but he shut himself up, contradicting consciousness
did you want to reach out alas, they were late ...
and he took the last ticket without you
and flies without regret now ...

straight from the sky ... a drop of rain ...
like in a dream, but is it up to you to decide?
who he was and what he became ...
from his life he flipped through you ... like an empty notebook
 
war of the worlds but not afghanistan
the world around? he became trash
I turned away ... for a moment
fate will put everything in its place
and I am either a sociopath or a sociophobe
mother loved life as a son, but ... fathers shit
throw children like whitefish bulls
Maxim, what are you? blood flows so much
knocked down his fists ... in the hope ...
once destroy verbal walls ...
once, to the evil of everyone, become the same
and let this life through my veins
and without you take the last ticket
and fly away without regret now ...

straight from the sky ... a drop of rain ...
like in a dream, but is it up to you to decide?
who I was and who I would be ...
from my life I flipped through you ... like an empty notebook