Текст песни Пустые улицы и коробок спичек. - В Путь.

Morning, hand rails compressed,
And around the crowd flees,
Someone is late again,
And someone at home sleeping peacefully.

Morning and once laugh,
And there is no time to grieve,
On the face of the seriousness and not to change,
I would not like this to reveal itself.

Maybe on the bus,
Maybe walking,
And again in the tent for a moment,
Cigarette in hand, struggling to stay awake.

Sometimes you get tired of it,
Always somewhere to go,
On cold outside, but the heart of a heated,
And we can only deal with the views of others.

Morning and after sleep,
I see before me the way, can turn?
Conversely, to hide itself under a hundred crowns,
But there is no choice, and again in a way.