Текст песни Телевизор - Молча

You're like a Monday,
Exhausted day.
Nothing but money,
Unable to choose.
Foot on the gas,
And do not let the wheel,
Only it does not run,
It is a river.

I myself just a dash
In the running line.
Idiot single
With dyroyu in the head.
All my words kind of lies.
But she does not care, it will make me.

Leaves float to the Gulf,
Under him not sensing the night,
And the river so patiently,
It will make all the silence.

We pretended granite,
Watchmen water.
I'm famous, you're right.
Loved the crowd, ate with his hands.
We have forgotten thee, for we are the river.

Leaves float to the Gulf,
Under him not sensing the night,
And the river so patiently,
It will make all the silence.