Текст песни antibagr - космонавты

yes, my life has been lived more than once
and these lines probably sound repeatedly
I find myself in a heap of hackneyed phrases
and all feelings are only fatigue

what I know, everyone who studied at school knows
what I do is not unique in principle
and from these sufferings the soul has long been in corns
and will not come back

I'm tired of drowning in every thought without air
I'm tired of inertia confused in days
and it’s not about how difficult it is to become an adult
here about how in vain did I become him

we are astronauts
before starting three seconds
we explore the depths of Mars
but who is investigating yours?

we are astronauts
dreamers of empty depths
we would fly even tomorrow
if you remembered where we were flying

there is also a certain love in a coffee mug
and smoking is a kind of religion
I used to see this as just a collection of beautiful words
but genius is the ability to see the invisible

ink penetrates the paper
how are you scratched by facts
your beliefs are your own noose
and stereotypes can tear whatman

Yes you can work for ten thousand
but think and feel for a million
the numbers on your computer would hardly be enough
so stop hiding life on the phone

life is an emotion, and the strongest of all
and although your midday drown it
in your soul you know that it is
so believe and take my hand

we are astronauts
and our flight began
we will infinity on the map
but don't forget to tag yourself

we are astronauts
and our flight began
from Moscow to Saturn and possibly back
i miss, i miss, i miss, earth

your tears precipitation
rain inside four walls
but I'm not one of those lovers of disruption
who offer nothing in return

i have a red panacea
pharmaceutical revolution
every day confirmation of the theorem
that life is a game and only we write instructions

we are astronauts
before starting three seconds
we explore the depths of Mars
but who is investigating yours?
we are astronauts
dreamers of empty depths
we would fly even tomorrow
if you remembered where we were flying

we are astronauts
Sun point behind
we sail bright stars
but suddenly they are long dead

we are astronauts
dreamers of empty depths
there are seven billion of us in space
but each one