Текст песни птички в глитче - toskva

long-distance train Kursk-Toskva
soothing melodies in the headphones the curtain close
I sang. signed off. good lost everything
remained only a mass that moves along the tracks
I closed my eyes to big problems, seeing only sandstone
petty quarrels, misunderstandings. microcosm of micro despair.
and I wake up to the sound of a boiling kettle.
all over again. morning, January. morning seagulls fly over houses,

that they sleep at seven in the morning, are tired.
everybody wants to sleep, strange
for some reason they want something all the time.
thought the one who had complete freedom
could do what he liked. besides, whenever you like.
and the city will sink in puddles,
that was built by strangers.
the most non-native
disgusting people.
carries with memories
city ​​longing for itself
let it burn until the last house
hold on to my love.