Текст песни Little Finn - На пороге космоса

You pull to the sky,
Sold his soul sotsiopsam.
Huddled in a corner,
Where you will not find even Google.
Renounce everyday life,
Fighting with no mannerism.
Do you love to write, read,
But all do not care.
Bulldog head eats you,
When you sleep, day by day
Everything changes nondescript without fire,
Boredom, indifference, sunken boat.
Do wonders who do not believe,
Tried to kill the invisible beast.
In frustration you hear
Only the cries of abstraction,
Waking dress
And sell yourself on stocks
Killed because of nonsense
Every action is equated with stupidity
And the dream of flying, only the bottom of the fall
The jaws of hungry dogs
Ready to take you with pleasure.
And somewhere out there,
on the threshold of space
She lives,
Elegant, like the taste of aged wine.
Waits and believe that you meet her,
But as long as you're just delusional weekdays.