Текст песни Егор Данилов - Потерял я себя

The dirt is circle lies,
The air slightly tremble
Room from houses,
Togi smoke
Nervous screeching machines
And traces from tires.
Grillly all circle
I'm moving hard.

Noise of big roads
Permanent could
Gomon cities,
I'm ready again.
Curate I,
I will not find yourself.
Without a soul city
Looking for a lady.

Lost myself,
Life is a split path.
Lost the sun ray,
Blue soft clouds.

Dust flies into the eyes,
Dried tear
In the throat kom froze,
No more strength.
Hard to breathe
I want to run
Further from people
Noisy areas.

Chorus

The city is all boil
How in the boiler boils.
Hundreds of thousands of shower
Mokuut among puddles,
Sleep in their homes
In stone coffins
Look at Ti-vi
Those who are all in the blood.

Chorus