Текст песни птички в глитче - лежу на центральной площади

lying on the central square
Past people fly by airplanes
someone satisfied, someone is not very
Who hurries home, who is
Beautiful, in different clothes
With lights of different colors in the eyes
I am somewhere between
None in one team does not enter me
The city kills himself plants
Life is boiling, but in this pan
I will eat and could not
I roll raw on the bottom
lying on the central square
Past people fly by airplanes
I'll get up and leave here
And the movement around everything will continue