Текст песни сергей точка - дом из слов

open eyes, understand that you are only in your power,
ask the God of the Eraser, and wash everything that did not fall
But the felt-tip pen does not draw happiness,
And you have to live with all this.

From the chest of stuff
In the news again about those who allowed themselves, manage our fate,
and peaceful blue sky
Replaced the gray basement, blood, moans and pain.

so happens
But I would know in advance who to bypass,
And in order not to dream of those who do not notice.

Trying to fly above your dreams,
get up and try again
go outside with sled
And it is understood that all the snow melted.

on the pedestal necessary, perfect other,
And in your life, I am now just a viewer.

nothing personal, nothing superfluous
just all your speculation
I decided to fit into one house from words.