Текст песни Martin S. - Мала Месца

The city was asleep, would be frozen in a coma
Tired people silently runs home
Dries as a letter to the subway and train stations,
Only this I certainly small.
City floated like a Paradise found refuge,
Just me, it is not a bit hurt,
Maximum sound put into your account,
Now everything will change - hit the strings.

Heart rhythm
There is no escape,
After my little space for music,
only appear
remains
After all, the music of my little room.

Departed trash and trembled greatly wall
Windows cleaned, so much so that the whiskey was sweating,
Sypetstsa sound on the moss-covered town,
Well, like you do not know the grief.
Only now he sat down and pops in their heads,
And I do not hold back, since the brain is fixated on the words,
Sunny bits tears the heart to pieces,
And flies everywhere without interruption.