Текст песни Саша Моцарт - Космос

Canned for you
Prespirated under me
Finished scale, step back and again -
Congenial they are for half-closed us,
Make me different.
The car will not start, palms rest,
Cosmos wants to tell me that he is kind.
The car will not start, palms rest,
Space, everything turns out.
And so hot that I'm almost nothing
I seem to be silent, not interfering,
And in front of me a whole world was built.
Is it fast or I don't have time. Space…
The lights of perfection burn without blinking. Space…
I see how our worries burn out.
They’re agonizing, but for some reason they’re only driving us,
And the voice of the majority, and you can not argue with him.
I have to change myself, I have to again
Tie to someone else’s grief ...