Текст песни Сергей Бабкин - Не было б тебя - не было бы мира

A cast of my brain
Beyond the margins of a notebook sheet
Would you like to have a look,
I allow you
Just turn away, count to a hundred ...
The white ship takes us home
So empty though ... howl

Day threw the sun into the machine
Black coffee at night
And the eyeballs are sunset
Reflection is fatigue.
Slowly rolls on a white tablecloth
Black milk.
Black milk. Why is it so easy for me -
Though ... cry!

If you weren’t
There was no peace
Sapphires are circling above me.
Angels are screaming. Knocking
on wheels rails,
Aim, aim. We need to break away.
And leave. To hit.
Have played enough
At the end of the road.