Текст песни найтивыход - блитч

burned out battery
find among abandoned new buildings
there beads of sweat criss-crossed on my chest
like hands
our best bet is to wait and not be ahead,
don't run ahead of the planet,
but that's why we were created
by someone with a bad fantasy
and childhood psychological trauma.

we sitting on the edges of the roof
looking at the swelling among the streams of roads
and on people that run like mice,
dissolving more and more thoroughly
farther and farther
hiding behind the canvas.
thoughts upside down.