Текст песни Максим Демах - Все это не нам

Scraps of newspapers, crumpled letters,
remnants of love mixed at then
Broken lamp, rats and sun,
Which shines a little louder than necessary.

Web and dust, grille and sky,
And someone sings about the wall behind the wall,
Wreckage and thoughts, printed paints,
The remains of something that was me.

Yellow songs, sirring sounds,
The children of the nervous breakdown are immersed in the water.
Packaging drugs from conception new,
Whole drawer of food and proceeding beer.

And whose face looks out the window,
And someone knocks on the clock.
But you do not look, we don't care
You turn away - all this is not us ...

But you do not look, there are photos of people
With whom you were on "you" ...
But you turn away from these doors,
Forget them, they are all dead ...

09.09.08