Текст песни Дмитрий Ерофеев - 06 - Круговорот

I rush in the cycle of life events, many ...
Feet are worn on the roads and tied with anxiety.
Let my lines flow like a dirty puddle on the asphalt
Let everyone fly by, by, so careless, so cruel.

Closing the doors of the World, leave the key behind the threshold
Like a sheet of newspaper crumpled, not sparing to part with it
Everything that was like drawings washed off the asphalt by the rain
Let it be carried away and melt irrevocably, irrevocably.