Текст песни Саша СБ - 09. Тихо

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album "Echo of the Province" (2012)
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Quiet in the city, I go up to the roof
I am writing in the hope that someone hears
Someone does not understand who the judge
These people all ate everyday.

All cases here and there dangle
No time to stand up to repent,
It does not realize just ahead run
I stayed behind, my vicious circle.

Even the songs wound of the past
It is close to the heart, to me - also,
But different people on the map point
Her black dress, coffee, guys

I straightjacket, "chlorpromazine" and sleep
I'm inadequate! I will not last long,
Often in the morning I can not get out of bed
For the hundredth time I see tears of the mother.

Hard othodos from yesterday's massacre
Killed in the nozzle to become calm
And I'm not complaining at me all is normal
How are you? - Super. But all is not as you know!

I misunderstood, forgotten and abandoned
Something turned over that autumn,
Sasha has changed, it is better to remain silent
Increasingly, fuck, just leave

= Chorus: (4) =
Alas, I could not, it is my business
I thought about it, waited until the divide,
Hoped brothers strikes again
Less zeal, just gone away ...