Текст песни шары - Маленькая часть чужих проблем

Do you remember the first days of September and the warm asphalt?
It seemed to us then that further a happy life,
That the street lights are burning for us at night,
But we grew up, and no one needs us anymore

And we run in circles like a carousel
No more enemies and no more friends
Nobody. We were left alone.
Skyscrapers scratching the clouds
We hide thoughts and truth in drafts
And we wait, counting the days.

We are working to buy the best shroud
And we are born as a small part of other people's problems,
To sleep better, we replace the meaning in words,
Until the night is cut by the shrill moan of sirens.