Текст песни Роман Борисов - Ложь

False

In the transitions of the subway and in empty alleys
On the shabby walls and in scraps of newspapers
On TV screens and at that end of the tube
All things are usually no more news

Every day I wake up from pain
And from the cold throws in a shiver
Again the smoke is tightened
Again the glass kisses rain
Nothing is still forgotten and the words of the isy like a knife
I see everything with my own eyes the rest of the usual lie

On the poles of the subway and the courts of the entrances
Broken roads and soiled bridges
Not counting minutes and not feeling pain
People are looking for themselves among opinions and words

Every day I wake up from pain
And from the cold throws in a shiver
Again the smoke is tightened
Again the glass kisses rain
Nothing is still forgotten and the words of the isy like a knife
I see everything with my own eyes the rest of the usual lie