Текст песни Технология - Ночной Прохожий

Thin wrists
Again, I feel their fear of destiny
In the indifferent heaven
Do not find love, and honor, and peace.

Again the fog over the city
Wind rustles my ocean losses
Again, reeling, drunk force
Again I wake up in the primitive beast.

Chorus:
I think every day I cast a shadow
I'm alive, although unlikely
I'm not an angel, I - nobody I left the world of men
I'm coming for you, the night passers-by.

Dark sky cities
Gently shielding the quiet sound of my footsteps
You will not hear my voice
Ever left between heaven and earth.

Chorus.

Again the fog over the city
At dusk the streets I can not get away from the meeting
Heaven has set a trap
Without giving me a chance to save you.