Текст песни ВАНТУЗ - ТОСКА

There's just me and the bulb that gives a warm light
Only I and the light, and there is no one else
One day it will burn inside thread
And immediately the treacherous darkness for a time be filled with
Will find a burnt-out light bulb replacement feasibly
Treason is without a doubt as the norm for people
Instead of conventional light bulbs will light the compressed gas
Cold indifference invisible to the eye
Simple lamp fizzled distributing its heat
Uneconomical waste and expired
Now economical behave smarter
Founded life into it for a couple of thousand days
And an old lamp is already in the bucket
Not figured out in time it is in this game
Thank you that light and pleasing to us
But sometimes say goodbye yet the hour

This melancholy longing to pain in the temple when forehead wrinkles gathered signboard
I longed looked for and be saved grin sand filled up the trail I left behind forever

There's just me and the bulb that gives a warm light
In the hands of my book to me now fifteen years
I became absorbed in the reading for the evening with a head
It helps the thread that shines on me
I never imagined then that ends the moment
And there will not be time for the bulbs and books
And all the heroes of the story once silenced
When closed the book I discovered the chat
Now I'm not the observer himself and her hero
Paragraph by paragraph scribbling someone else
Sitting at the monitors we say hello
Having started its end which is no history
And somewhere in a dusty cabinet is started that
Perhaps he always postponed for later
Thank you for all the knowledge that you gave me
I'm sorry that I'm fifteen years you did not read

This melancholy longing to pain in the temple when forehead wrinkles gathered signboard
I longed looked for and be saved grin sand filled up the trail I left behind forever

Now my cold white light bulb
All day I face the monitor changes color
What in the world over the new I seem toupee
More and more time I spend in temporary friends
Information flows thousands of new books
For movies and music videos are not seen them
I tychu finger to the sky floating on the slippery ice floe
I am a little fly in the vast web
It keeps my secrets huge Internet
Where the years of waiting for the answer to sent greetings
And again, without waiting I'm still waiting
I shut down for the night that would start Sutra
Increasingly, this scene I think the game
In which I probably learned to be a
But I can imagine how in ten years
I will write about this quite a different verse