Текст песни Глоток Родины - Бег на месте

Passers-by looking for a similar
The cat is looking for a kitten
Pilgrims looking for something too
Their eyes in the darkness so eagerly shine
Concrete walls are silent
Asphalt denies its existence
In Rome, the second crucified Messiah
It seemed to them intolerable

Suicide stubbornly looking for the meaning
Clown looking antidipressant
Postman reading other people's letters
And through her tears whispers: "That's talent!"
Asphalt denies its existence
Being determines denial
Ego-blank shoots alterego
Mountain forgetting pride marches to Magomed

Similar looking himself in the passers
Mercenary - home looking for a return ticket
Drunk too, is looking for something a drunken mug
None of them knows that there's nothing here
Heavenly Lamb to the slaughter wanders
A question mark has spoken exclamations
Blues, bigbeat, rock-n-roll, shubaduba
Quietly over it all away laughing Buddha

Continuing Continuing Continuing Continuing
Continuing Continuing Continuing Continuing

Running on the Spot
This running in place
This running in place in a closed circle