Текст песни Ножницы Равнодушия - Города радуга серость печаль

This city is tired of me
I'm tired of
City of
We hate mutually loving
As it became
good-rare
Inaccessible and all ...
Now ..

Crunching the cold tap in the morning
in the shower, and there will not be hot.
Control, and the same screen Mura;
And in the soul - only dreams about left
A happy and good dreams,
who left for the present

And yawns
coughed sky.
Big and old.
here
it allowed the smoke pipe lips -
fluffy gray mixture
the sky was once pleasurable
It turned gray as the last asphalt
and now can not escape because all the exits
all tunnels and entrances welded

and littered with debris, leaves
last year beushnyh love
Bottles broken hearts
Shards of black dust
Feelings are melting and dirt with them
On the side of the wheel spray
Someone passionate someone povёz
Lucky, or true love

Tell me about the happiness, the street!
Tell me and I'll believe
The gate where couples kiss
A couple of minutes later two losses
At midnight the bell strikes not
And punched in the face
At six in the morning friendly roar
Chain with container suspended

Crunch starch shirts new
Boil and wash, sleep away
In the mailbox - only advertising
I loved their destination [bravo maestro]

And the affairs and concerns quickly
We swallow memories
impressive output
but soon Friday and Saturday
Soon the joy of the whole country

Crunch
switches in the bus:
Stop, go, stop!, Going, edemstop ...
Well, what if there is no place to sit down again.
Wipe the glass sleeve
Let him look will find a place.

Crunch soles, stepping on the frost.
Whether the fall and whether winter
Lick worn eyes scoured,
all I searched and searched ...
Past as well as I alone
People in the bags were a dream
And in the homes of warm light from the windows
And in the eyes reflected fates

Lanes play with light
Wind worn as a child
and I feel this wind
all incorrigibly cheerful
gate caressing glance
serenity arches echo
said steps with steps
half-whisper tete-a-tete

in a pool of crack splinter clouds
in the heart melts longing trail

and that there is no ice!
Print Print disappeared.

...
Fyodor Panasenko.