Текст песни LUMEN - Прохожий

I stand in the shade and look at the machine:
Dusty Monsters, buzzing the bus.
Rare people are in darkness:
Who walks with the dog, and someone just like that.
Because of the house seemed moon mug,
But I do not care: I was just a passerby.

We stand with you at one stop:
Hiding views usual tricks.
Previously, we loved each other greatly,
Now pretend not know, forgotten.
Yes, people are angry, and you think I'm too!
But I'm not a man - I'm just a passer!

I stopped and thought: & quot; Oh, God!
Well, how? Well, how? Well? Well?
How in the world the same or similar:
Indifferent bastards passers passers ... ... passers ... & quot;