Текст песни Игра на букву п - Места все заняты

All that is hidden
Over the door
His broken trough
About gold they bake
And what may not be awake

Forgot, overwhelmed
The lights were dead and fell asleep
Sun houses and dust

Places are all busy
From each door they say
Come tomorrow you
But you do not want to see tomorrow
And this is a conspiracy, alas

Believed, believed
You believed in a plot, alas
But it is not, traces erased

It is known exactly at the top
Why all this and to whom
The process will not stop
Let's not quarrel

Swear to swear
There is no point in general
Let's not quarrel then

My insomnia becomes
Reflected on me
And rides the cavalry at the bottom
And you, of course, in a dream
In me in you

Reality has bothered and trail
And it's only
In me in you

Let's not understand
Who is to blame, and who is holy
Saint here is nowhere to take
Look, here only we are with you