Текст песни Павел Есин и Дамир Габдуллин - Лазарь

Counted the matches
Nowhere to put time
Waiting for the train for a dial tone is an eternal burden
In suburban life
Eternal joy
That suddenly one day, having changed fate, he left

Yes, they were young
Yes, they even talked nonsense
But not with empty hearts we went to visit
And at twenty-five - old age
The mess has become scary
Whether we have become smarter
Are we full

Get up, walk, Lazarus
Throw the bed, just
Someone must be alive among the dead
Amid posts, money
Among passports, skin
Someone has to just walk the world

It seems to have weighed everything
Counted twice
I even resigned myself to the fact that the kitchen is always cramped
And then the sun again
It's scary to wait for something
See your own look in the mirror in the morning

Well pour the vodka
Yes load the stick
Right now we will shoot that crane in the sky
Yes come to dinner
Well, I'm sorry for the notes
And there again on the train - and at night I go

The best gift of fate
Between the needle and the pain
Looking into the eyes, the bullet has time to hold its breath
To still exhale
One more word
Give happiness to the weakest hands

Get up, walk, Lazarus
Throw the bed, just
Should at least someone be alive among the dead
Amid posts, money
Among passports, skin
Someone has to just walk the world

Get up, walk, Lazarus
Be a blot in the crowd
Should at least someone else sing on the Arbat

Just walk the light ...