Текст песни Даин Морийский - Голоса Мертвых

She usually comes in the morning
Without letting go of cigarettes
She turns on the light and turns on the kettle
Barely moves on drunks
And charges your favorite CD
And all that happens is no longer by chance

She hears
The voices of the dead

And he is still looking for a better goal
Disappointed in heavenly father
He sees a saint in every dumb sheep
Always wearing headphones in the subway tunnel
Cutting in reggae blues and old hard rock
Relax, take an hour nap, you're taking too much risk

When you hear
The voices of the dead

She will wake up alone and angry
She slept through everything for a long time
Chores, lunch break, meeting work
And somewhere in the mirror at the very bottom
The question is stuck, come on, remember
Mistress, mother, wife? who are you, who are you?

Do you hear
The voices of the dead

He never rushes to anywhere
Doesn't tell who and how to live
Marry, sharpen knives? thanks, thank you.
But someone listens and someone sings
And one day he will meet her
And again they are together and again on edge