Текст песни Posternak - Выход в Город

I came to this city
Memorize
Do not forget in cars
things of fate, names
you can not stay
You can not get rid
next station
complete unconsciousness

It takes me further into the murky gloom
lost memory of the victims
that moves inland
underground transport
not to forget the most dangerous
and be without a passport
not because of the police, but roughly:
is the primary
ID confirmation
if you have time to grope in the breast
In order to calculate more precisely their part
electric trains flying through tunnels
at a rate of thousands per hour of oblivion

I also could not just escape
I have also had something up:
family, childhood, name, relatives, house
any aspirations, memories
me more rolls, crushes
escalators
ring pulls tight
I was in a steep dive
attach the heart to the yellow circle
pass through the turnstile
get a job
rent an apartment
read a poster
be a nobody

I do not remember the kind of
I do not remember the name
exit to the city
switching to another line

eternal passenger colored trails
I woke up in the wrong life
I sat not in the subway cars

I do not remember the kind of
I do not remember the name
exit to the city
switching to another line

It is in the mode of multi-colored trails
I woke up in the wrong life
I sat not in the subway cars

eternal suffocation
Shadow labyrinth
scuba headphones
clean mp3
I breathe deeply
This flat rate
not to hear the singing
ocean inside

sitting in an empty carriage
becoming not so
Now mislaid deep
In the dark

tunnels, tracks
a dark solid
your ice chest grows
You do not, you erased

stations along the fly
you become no longer the
who was once I
not remember me

I do not remember the kind of
I do not remember the name
exit to the city
switching to another line

eternal passenger
colored trails
I woke up in the wrong life
I sat not in the subway cars

I do not remember the kind of
I do not remember the name
exit to the city
switching to another line

It is in the mode of multi-colored trails
I woke up in the wrong life
I sat not in the subway cars

I woke up in a different life, not in the car
I do not remember
in slow agony
woven in the city
crumpled pyatisotke
Stalinist skyscrapers
serried stone cells
here it is, a second-rate
fast food philosophy
food court, see you soon
Buddha with pure subcortex
I forgot who he was
no one will not
name erased waves vayf
It was a great
a decreasing

hear
I do not remember my name
quieter voice of victims in the ruins
I call to the past - the lines are busy