Текст песни Glagoll - Творческий кризис

Knocking on the roofs drop seen footage, wet shadow
... The rainy season now in my city
In his heart rattling downpour, ran past Merimee
If I was Klivlind, I'd definitely moved

Friends of the cities, and the connection is not available there
The past is not sold, but all the new - reconstructor
But vpominat those people well, as without them the city
I would like to take and fly away, but keeps Terpsichore

Songs and break it than I live that month
They say in the good, but at times there is a flow of depression
And it's not to discuss with anyone, because the soul wants to sing
In my life I do not have a place, and the crisis in the works

I'm not blind actor but I feel like Sonny Terry
when I bring your text to storiteyling
But squeezes autumn in mind all our juices
Then look for an idea of ​​how a needle in a haystack