Текст песни Fleur - Он не такой, как все

All people, in general, seem to
Suffer from the same.
From doubt, boredom of everyday life,
From cold and resentment.
And in every section its alcoholic
Nuisance neighbors live.
And soon will come after us trolley
And we'll leave it ...

The sky darkens to the storm,
It flows out of the tap water,
And he did not like everything,
And that's my trouble ...

Doors slam, children crying,
Silly feels the third.
Equally angry teenagers
Turns, corners ...
The importunate haste rushing machine
Hurry to knock a person.
Work, turning in heavy duty,
As long as you have not crippled ...

The same smell of books and newspapers,
Monday Tuesday Wednesday...
And he did not like everything,
And that's my trouble ....

Wrong even a compass,
Curiosity leads us into the abyss.
Pulls skeptics make
The obvious - that we are not birds.
False and vile love and friendship
Judas paid for sincerity.
From the balconies of the old woman screaming at the kids,
Everyone has their own little garden.

And I was waiting for network
Bare wires,
He did not like the others,
And that's my trouble ...