Текст песни Центр Циклона - 07 Что Будет завтра

WHAT WILL HAPPEN TOMORROW

The evening has committed suicide
By hanging on the wires.
Sketch sky overhead
the milky dust scattered the stars.

Sleepy roofs in Egyptian haze
Walls of passers-by, fleeting headlights.
mingled in me like a pliable mass,
Making my way through the prism of glass.

What will happen tomorrow,
Will the wind recognize its weather vane?
Tomorrow
Someone will kill himself.
Hush,
winter is melting in the open windows.
Do you hear
soon we'll all go crazy.

In the vertical theater of the wall,
dancing lovingly woven shadows
the night revealed a full moon disc
and it became a little brighter.

Not a conceived dream, the trace is lost,
bustle with bullet point marks hearts.
We are in a hurry on business that, in essence, does not exist,
Approaching the beginning of the end….

Chorus x 2