Текст песни Михаил Ляндрес - в переходах

Dried bread
For lunch.
What should we do? How to escape from troubles?
Work? No. There is no money either.
It remains to sing in the transitions.

How many songs have been invented and covered.
How many souls have been warmed without any summer.
How many prose, poetry and novels have been written.
This is all the hopelessness of creative addicts.
And I want to win over myself.
I want to create something new, fucking cool.
But
Nobody cares

Dried bread
For lunch.
What should we do? How to escape from troubles?
Work? No. There is no money either.
It remains to sing in the transitions.

Give passers-by happiness, joy, smiles
We make attempts by earning ingots.
Or maybe we won't get even a penny.
Bottom line: fuck the day
Well, what to do - no fate.

And sometimes you think about what you are thinking
Why went into this utopia of youth.
But thoughts of joy take their toll.
When there is hope, give it a fuck.

Dried bread
For lunch.
What should we do? How to escape from troubles?
Work? No. There is no money either.
It remains to sing in the transitions.

Sometimes you get up in the wrong place.
Sometimes you sing the wrong songs.
It happens that they drive you away, then they catch up with you, influence by talking.
Sometimes you get beaten up.
Sometimes the guitar is confiscated.

It happens, everything happens
Don't give up, the action decides.

Dried bread
For lunch.
What should we do? How to escape from troubles?
Work? No. There is no money either.
It remains to sing in the transitions.