Текст песни Weekend - Странным людям

Strange people

Renouncing day on the segment
Grasping the edge of the slice
Clutching one hand
Keep your other

Thorny heart scratch nerves matter who the next, I will be the first
Who are you to call out half-drunken delirium

Step away from the edge into darkness
All will see just what I'm going to
Turning strange people
And shaking them in a trace

Nowhere damn
But hundreds of eyes will see, again, I'm going
For those voices I like a shadow
I walk in the tracks

About how volatile those
Drawings of whom are at the head
Absurdities they
But in its own way something nice

And the search for simple answers to complex
The walk through the world and enjoying the summer
Dream in a backpack with him are.