Текст песни Петя OST - Жизнь проносится мимо

Life sweeps past
A series of lonely gray spin
Days tart with a caraway flavor
And we don't sleep at night
Everyday workers, tell me why this run?
A person hardly wants this track to end. How many pairs of shoes will I erase?
How many times will I be on the verge?
How many days will labor take?
Well, how many will remember my lines?
Ask a question, but the answer is not guaranteed
Personally, I'm already fed up with the captivity of the walls of a cold apartment
This life satire
Live to live everything is simple
In a city of smoke and high-rise buildings, we have not seen stars for a long time
Calling the world a fairy tale, but in my heart a black lump
Let them consider me a crybaby, but I froze from the world Life sweeps past
A series of lonely gray spin
Days, astringent, with a taste of caraway And nights that do not sleep