Текст песни Добрые Люди - Тротуар

I'm sitting on the sidewalk
Time slowly inter
And under the strings of a guitar
There are mirages
And passers-by begin
Turn on at home
And I look at the yellowed
Grass out of the window

I myself came up with this city
Invented this world
These windows where no one is dear
Black hole gates
In my eyes as if in the windows
Rain curtains
Got wet in my eyes
Two snippets of November
Then I will close my eyes
To see the darkness
To new heroes
Prepared for the morning
And as soon as I open
I light two windows
Passers-by begin
Turn on at home

And the trams go round
Protecting oxygen
Through annoying swearing
Tinder wagons people ...

And I'm sitting on the sidewalk
Time is running slowly
And under the strings of a guitar
Mirages subside ...