Текст песни Белый Смок - помнить или не знать

Days of the week fly by, but Life flips through us
With sheets of white, in the head of something gray
In places, burned to holes, Hear ..
Like the wind in the spring, it winds someone's whiskey

The dream pulls a rope under the gut, right into the joint
Are we fast, or lost among the crowd
Now rains, then sadness, then smiles sweep past us
And throw all these cards apart, remove the frost

Insanity grows stronger, the sediment settles deeper in us
And it's easier to spread your wings here, with the wind in the distance
Exclamations are heard in the crowd, those who are tired
Those who were behind the herd-zombies fell

There is longing in the city, in the evenings on the board
Monday friday, time burns to dry
And so constancy is eaten into the beard
Measuring numbers, childhood cries for us

Chorus:
You can remember everything, or just forget
You can get away from everything and leave this nonsense
You can see or remain invisible to everyone
But don't be in a coma, bypassing the realities of mirages