Текст песни Просто Фил - Счёт дней

I lost count of the days, I lost count of the days
And there is no escape.
Today is Wednesday, Wednesday to be,
Oh, no, Sunday.

Closes the door and suffer the train,
Here, each of us is a recluse.
What Time? Must be Wednesday.
No, all the same Tuesday.

I still bustling, and where the result?
I am a worker or a slacker?
Again Wednesday, Wednesday is coming,
Slowly turning into Monday.

Confused days and intertwined,
Fused threads underground,
Phone numbers, dates, numbers - they
Ajar to the invisible wall.

And children play in the coastal sand
And snakes air soars.
You just hold the thread in his hand
And now you are dismissing it.

Days of flow, flowing like a river,
And you do move against the current.
And the Lord's Supper was like yesterday,
A day before the resurrection.

I lost count of the days, I lost count of the days,
The benchmark shadow and light.
The sun is setting - and thus the environment
Rolling on Wednesday.