Текст песни Jane Air - 8 утра

8 a.m,
cold breakfast
the bed is empty -
bad sign...
bad thoughts
in a stuffy bus ...
- You are wrong?
- Yes, and how!
know how many
those like me,
It falls out of the window in this day? 2p.
on this day...
calls her friends?
What could be worse?
it is you - no?
the voice of a cold ...
smiling pictures -
bitch on the walls ...
Understand finally,
that she does not need you.
know how many
those like me,
It falls out of the window in this day? 2p.
on this day...
on this day
I know ledge wobbly legs,
on this day
I find wet asphalt brains
on this day
I will fly, outstretched wings,
on this day
Mourners not: leave one.
Wild Corridor,
Cold Chamber
painted handle
tiled floor,
stained with something,
than - it is better not to think:
that once was you.
that once
hodilo, sought, loved and beater,
someone had,
there were a window, something reached ...
lying on the floor, bitch ...