Текст песни Яна Сова - Пожар

Drowning in words, faces and voices,
I go on the avenue, forget my fear.
I dream of finding similar, but I will say again that we are so razz
Everything is trying to merge with a homogeneous mass.
People are also not birds, build grimaces.
But in attempts to refute the theory,
Like pilgrims, moving across the sea

Chorus:
A thousand ways was given to me,
But I clearly saw that my way was on the bottom:
Neither at the bottom of the glass, nor on the bottom of the seas,
And on the bottom of the beautiful soul of people

Disassembled debris burnt systems,
We are all noah and noah that is not there.
Only letters in the books in their places.
Hey you reformer, carry me matches!
If not burns, it will definitely be burned.
People say the sun.
But every time passing through the mirrors,
I re-enter my native fog.

A thousand ways was given to me,
But I clearly see my way - to the bottom:
Neither the bottom of the glass, nor on the bottom of the seas;
But my bottom is a hundred times beautiful