Текст песни Илья Мирный - Яма

My affairs are rolling down the mountain for the fourth year,
Gaps are piling up like a snowball
Debts overlap like layers on a cake
and there were no people left who could help out

tell me who is your friend friend, tell me who your god is.
Is a thunderstorm really terrible if there is a house and there is an umbrella in it?
Willing to wake up in the morning when there is a dream and whether it is worth running
If your corral is equipped?

How many ideas I forgot in a year, how many people,
how many ventures went to waste, how many good worries
How many artists, tracks, songs did iPod change
And how many stats go weddings per divorce

I heard a man needs a horizon,
let it be in the window frame, albeit far, but still needed.
All this is nonsense, because a person needs a ceiling and a floor ..
plus a person needs dinner

pit, pit, I can get out of this pit
pit, pit, I can.
pit, pit, I can get out of this pit
pit, pit, I can.
There are only bumps around, but ...