Текст песни Брешь безопасности - Еще одна зима

The sound of footsteps on the empty corridors,
Pungent smell of oil paint.
The sky is filled with the roar of engines,
Sky closes pripuvshie eyes.
The snow has melted in a volatile March
I buy vodka and & quot; Accept & quot ;.
White salt on the cold asphalt,
We survived another winter.

The sleeping area, late morning,
Moving between buildings.
The door will not open a small Buddha,
The head of the joy of driving a crowbars.
A certain Danilov plays the viola,
No one will escape the Third Rome.
White salt on the cold asphalt,
We survived another winter.

Gas fills the void spaces,
Shadows rushing on the roof above.
Weight unnecessary hasty decisions
Downed mount - broken skis.
Match porigrali, scored from the penalty spot,
I'm going to Lima hostage.
White salt on the cold asphalt,
We survived another winter.