Текст песни Джимми Бобёр - Посторонний

Morning shivers inside - what is it?
nagging fear
the next day
of the ordinary, dense

it is filled with unimportant matters,
monotonous bustle,
penetrating emptiness
and gray pigeons

fish out of his cozy banks
and to capture the sweet smell of spring flows.
gray face, curious glances ...
betrays a fear against their will

for routine
we have forgotten how
feel

keeping away
apart
Let all

gentle sounds of thunder can not
I have to wake up
the feelings, swallow
internal strife

blind consciousness cut short
thread linking events
It wiped out of my head
but it has not become easier

and this dance under the strict supervision of
taught to lie, to hate, to betray
but empty hands
will always reach for the senses

cleanse resentment anger,
banish hope and looking
signs on the dotted sky
caressing the soul opens
indifference of the world

from the depths of the future
throughout the life of the absurd
It rises through more
nenastavshie years
breathing darkness.

It all calls
on his way,
all available life
so unreal,
a ghostly life.

in this world I'm an outsider