Текст песни Володя Котляров - Суета в пустоте

Vanity bustle

Inside the same walls, among the oscillation of days
Naked standing in emptiness, in the mountains of one-time dishes
I cry, trying to give matter with meaning.
Honest further and further these fractional numbers
Inside your head .. all vanity buses
All fuss in emptiness.

In the foam of soap rains, in the Gas clouds
Life in a foreign environment. All this time is only in one direction
I cry, trying to give matter with meaning.
Honest and deeper than these fractional numbers
Inside your head .. all vanity buses
All fuss in emptiness.

Dumps of broken hearts, cemeteries of old cars -
Here the prophets in the water are drown, the holograms of the creators laugh,
So, the loss will again lose any meanings.
I wrap in dust on the road these fractional numbers
Away from her head .. all the void void
All fuss in emptiness ...
All fuss in emptiness.