Текст песни Роман Сусалев - Ноль часов

Evening flies from the rooftops
Trying to bring peace
But Sunday puts out the candles
Your lighted hand.
In the kitchen, bored, dishes
Something eternal will ring
And a cat on the keyboard
About the meaning of life will run.

Not a soul in the vastness of the network,
It's time to smoke on the balcony
Zero hours and the phone is silent.
The phone is silent ...

Shards of yesterday's gossip
It’s easy for us to cut ourselves.
I think the cold wind
Suddenly he looked out of my window.
Let slippers yearn at the door
By the noisy arrogance of the guests.
I'll be awake again tomorrow
But this is tomorrow, not now.

Not a soul in the vastness of the network,
It's time to smoke on the balcony
Zero hours and the phone is silent.
The phone is silent ...