Текст песни ХеРуВим - Небо под землей

"Wet seed crosses on the sidewalks of autumn
Behind a crowded bus home at eight. "
"I didn’t start smoking, but I didn’t quit smoking either"
Therefore, smoke is woven into the hair with gray hair

and somewhere apart my soul and mind,
throwing my bones past the ticket office
there is an escalator, wagons and
tired people whose thoughts are in agony

fight for domestic and close to the body,
then love fakes are transferred to the department.
and a man that can no longer fight,
not having inside, and above does not see the sun.

I smile at this picture of the artist "Life",
I’ll add sound to my ears - thoughts rush up.
and if sad all of a sudden, then even underground
keep my sky, it is always with me
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why do I need to go underground like worms
on the way to live like a nomad.
the soul craves adventure
and soars in heaven

why do I need to go underground like worms
on the way to live like a nomad.
everything around doesn't matter
if the sky is inside
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Going down to hell again underground
I'm going to Butovo with Novokosino,
But while there is no other way, though so disgusting
Huddle in the crush with grandmothers on Taganka
These creatures wander along the holes,
What like social spiders weave,
And then they themselves cannot get out of them,
as if that was the meaning of their stupid Life.
Home-work-home: in the end to hell I
vicious circle - annular.
And the Light at the end of the tunnel is just the next station,
But inside of me the light still remains

Autumn clearly does not cure spleen. Hundreds of shoulders and spin
In these cars, at least far from rush hour.
Drooping, tasteless even
To your life ... or even tired of it.

Someone pretends to be sleeping
after work
On which he pretended to be busy with something.
Someone apparently drank alcohol.
Bes beguiled. A thorough binge without torment.

Everything is so gray as if overcast
And I hold her hand myself
I wouldn’t notice this and write
But in her eyes opposite my heaven.