Текст песни 45 км - Шорох

The rustle of the dark in the apartment
Something close to me in this world
For a brick wall built.
Each angle is similar to another,
Everything is so smooth - in me and with me.
People and the wall behind the dark glasses
Indistinctly seen, all pretty faded.

Every passer dreams of children,
And I feel in this world
Odd Man ...
Plus so cool to think about them
Not realizing at the same time neither one nor the other.

Hidden in a corner, in the four planes
About which never say in the West,
Paint on the wall of the square of Malevich,
Gradually delving into yourself and eat for ...
And trapeznichat ...

Bring themselves to emptiness, indifference,
Taking every step different guise,
And let alone a cup of strong tea.
High-rise buildings on the rails to get to heaven,
High-rise buildings on the rails to get to heaven,
High-rise buildings on the rails to get to heaven,
High-rise buildings on the rails to get to heaven ...

And with high-rise on the land itself returning to lie ..