Текст песни Море 66.6 - Счастье в 666 каналов.

Red eyes
We are clogged on weekdays
Weeping with melted ice, a stream on the cheeks
My happiness in 666 channels
In the morning it’s gone somewhere again
Unfortunately, there is no money ..
And that means alcohol intoxication is over
Only night shoots left in the forest
And abstract performers in the player

I will dance in the rain in St. Petersburg
And after that I will remain an echo in the smoked entrances
The inner voice says, “You must create.”
But my work is just a cry of the soul in an empty room
With white walls and a battered creature
Something is either sleeping or awake ..
I will wake up ... and on the watch "17:03".