Текст песни Ромка с метро - Белый ворон

And over my window there is something that I did not understand
Is it a black gull or a white raven?
my boss is a plant, it produces something all the time
And I'm like a drug addict: my thoughts are my drug
Playing like I forgot about sleep and other delights
Apparently such a life, instructed me to carry damage
I did not reach my goals, but the time went by
Even though I'm white, at times I feel like a commodity
You won't be full of ball, put on some food
There, behind the screen, a guy, a spectator of all these battles
This light on the outskirts is piercing you
When the guys with whom you swore an oath throw
Basement, but I only dream of this fate
We are not like everyone else, we do not stick spokes into the wheels
And we will beat until we play in the box
I don't believe in love, I believe in the present

I don't unravel the threads until I succeed
I don’t even respect Vita AK and SD
I am not an esthete and I do not like today's children
Now even wars with sticks are not the same
Conscience is like a cold, we eradicate it
And at night I even looked for realities in fiction
Whiskey and Parlik, we buy for health ourselves
Fewer and fewer courtyard philosophers sit in musarn
And what we build in dreams will soon turn into a map
Believing in a miracle on the planet that I will return to my desk
Outcast among slaves, it doesn't sound very proud
And forget about everyone, this is our fashion
And year after year, less meaning, more information
Wouldn't get lost among their own nation
Euros and bucks darken the soul of my city
And I'll blow up and fly away like a white raven