Текст песни НАШЕ РАДИО Битва за эфир 2016 - 100Rage Улетая

At the end of the bus
I am spending the evening
What do I expect from life
And what of life will I meet

Gray cloud smoke
From my cigarette
Fate will tell me
And will prompt the answers

In dark gray houses
On the boulevards of the capital
I will scatter like dust
And I will fly like a bird

I count to a hundred
And slowly melting
Disconnect myself and ... ...

Flying away from here on wings
Dust will cover my words
Dying once a day is stable
Trying to be strong
Not for myself ..

On tired legs
City crossing
I'm still dreaming
I fly over it

Leaving below
All open wounds
Everything in the past
And forgotten scars

I close my eyes
From reliable to miracle
Rapidly up again
I will rise

I count to a hundred
And slowly melting
Disconnect myself and ..

I close my eyes, I fly over the city again and again
Over gray sleeping areas and bright downtown lights
Over endless highways, taking them into the distance
And over a crowd of people with whom I have no relation at the moment
And so I want to stay high up here and never come back down
But something pulls and constantly reminds me that my place is among others
And every time I go downstairs with the thought that soon I will close my eyes again .. And I will fly

Flying away from here on wings
Dust will cover my words
Dying once a day is stable
Trying to be strong
Not for myself ..