Текст песни Цушко Роман - Потерянное солнце

Waking up in the morning, hurry
Filling the lungs by the life of gas
Enlightening the essence of universal femur
And watching the world with a mixed eye
Not to know the hour started
Without swallowing it and not learning
We are already working on the toilet
The world of consumption by itself prepared
Credits, banks, pharmacy, kiosk
Bottle of beer, like a sleeping pill dose
And TV like brains vacuum cleaner
And "classmates" for anabiosis
Touching the dusk city
Flickering light in a gentleman
Cold in the morning the alarm clock rings
Recalling the lost sun

And in the refrigerator faded kefir
Black tea, low-handed coffee
Again on the radio hoarse idol
Sings about how birch cries
I fill in a mass of a gray crowd
Burdened working system
And in the alley, the cats are purred
Among themselves on banal topics
About how tomorrow
Not perfection of the current building
How did you kicat some kind of deer
Hiding behind someone else's back
What is the ruble today
For what and how we need to deal
Do we have a resource in stock
Not remembering the lost sun.