Текст песни KriZey - День сурка

Tomorrow I do not believe izmenitsya.No
weekdays only change in my life.
These-routine, routine, and spun,
Did I ever get out, I'm sure.
"You can not make plans for tomorrow?" Dull phrase
Life is predictable believe me, I got involved in this life.
Again Groundhog Day again this Groundhog Day,
Again, do not hunt to open my eyes in the morning,
In the calendar list, the exact same date,
To experience the same thing - it looks like fate,
Up to the last detail I tell you about tomorrow,
Life goes on and I have a ring in the closed,
every day all over again, lies and false
I play a blind Ray Charles
In week seven Mondays, expect a miracle,
I am ready to give everything to get out of here ...