Текст песни Поэты по нутру - День ото дня

Day by day, neither better nor worse
I liken themselves and others
The streams of thought within
His srezh strangers, hello to all living
If the vselenssky Artkr Schopenhauer pessimism
People have long time to wipe the makeup
Exit onto the stage and build the Third Rome
From the ruins of the cake 21 in utopianism
Would sick altruism
But I did not want to see the world through the prism pink
On the streets of confusion and despair
But this stupid reality
The usual convention in the cold times
Day takes into circulation
And the light is not visible to the end of the tunnel
Doubts, but I'm alone with a Seneca
Time goes by but do not expect an answer
Soon you will pass a year of this century
Semi-closed eyelids, and stab a vein
Each comes in its own way to its end
Sent messengers district in the world have no faith
Only the silent walls give memories

A frown traveler continues on his way
I'm trying to grasp the essence of these things
In this city so many unnecessary people
Everyone dreams of that tomorrow everything will be different
What to return the blind eyes, to the wealth of the poor
With all the people will be like one big brotherhood
In vain it's true purple
Here, each of the abmitsy trenchant saliva in the mouth
Painting in the figures and the signs of an infinite bustle
In the city where the endless monotonous cold
The soul is basking lighter
And even stick shoots once a year
Time does not exist so that people run from adversity
The next move