Текст песни Бульвар Виктора Нуара - В Дороге

Day is lived, I gathered the crumbs on the table,
Not hungry and not even a beggar.
Road lives in my backpack -
No one comes, the road is not looking.
Somewhere in the night on the blue metro line.
Someone concert or someone walking,
And the river pours herbal wine
And about something unprecedented compose songs.
We do not know that should not be here.
Just who is responsible for the insidious deception?
We almost learned to love it there.
But no one will notice a futile effort

We're stuck with you at the concrete tops.
You're probably like me, but we have too little,
And a hundred years flying over the flow of cars,
We do not believe that the more we do not need.

I do not want to believe that someone's words,
Past the pass, leaving nothing
And that will keep my head,
Account failed memories.
Salvation is not seen the end of the road.
Yet we very much want to try,
Stick a smile on the face area.
There must at least something we remain poor.