Текст песни Дима Олейник - В никуда

Noisy prospect
Post-Soviet Echo buildings.
People go to nowhere
And carry the burden.
Dead air
Smoke drops up.
Isn't that sin?

Shimmering light showcases.
In the reflection you again one.

The warmth of someone's arms
The features of her lips
Somewhere in memory.

Crumpled sheets develop in the wind,
The body slowly turns into a corpse.
In the ocean of hopes you go to the bottom,
In the hold of your Dum.
Rusty Swing Life -
Fouco pendulum.
Life like an injection
As if everything went
In time.

Autumn dancing on the pace asphalt waltz,
Penetrates the cold in the sleeve.
Turns yellow and foliage
She is also dead.

People are drown in words.
Yesterday I went outdoor,
And there is still the same irreversible poverty,
The queues in the beer and in the meat department.
That's all what we wanted?

Autumn - Troyashka takes heat from the sun,
And through my beggar soul pass different people.
They say there, trample, wander
And leave after yourself in memory pain,
That the salty of the eye rolls.
Such people are sitting in each of us.
And will be there until the last.

You do not return yourself to your
Do not remember the best moment of life.
No truth nor lies.
As if never lived.
Did not see Hamburg,
Not Petersburg.
Just around
Noisy prospect
Post-Soviet Echo buildings.
People go to nowhere.
People go to nowhere ..
People go to nowhere ...
Generation by generation.