Текст песни Синдром Внезапной Смерти Моментального - Из стены

I somewhat envy trees
Growing on the roofs of houses.
In the lungs, in the basement, in the eyes or somewhere else.
Trams going empty in the night under the rain,
Rhythmically compressing the doors on each of the joints.

I'm somewhat jealous of the rivers flowing in under the ground,
No name, no banks, silent and evil.
So sometimes you want to live for himself alone,
Growing up on a hill covered with grass abnormally.

I am somewhat envious of those who were born in the wall, rather than between, like everyone else.
When enough of words, they simply do not have!
All my life we ​​are looking for ourselves, where the question - there is an answer.
Close the eyes and go to sleep on the flight strip.