Текст песни Спящие Радары - Нет Места

You know I often visit your city,
Filed under the easiest roofs.
There are so many silent signs,
Memories do not allow me to fall asleep.
All the same routes,
Windmills,
And I go again, I go about myself.

There is no place for me here,
And these sidewalks will not remember anything smooth account.
Do not need October to prove that the loop awaits us all.