Текст песни Абдулаев Сабр - епт трек

Hours marked
After all, half past six
And nothing on a sheet of paper
There is only a small line
Yes, so-so two words "have something?"
Standing at the Kursk
Reading thoughts from passersby
How am I for a long time? to stay
No little
I will study, I will earn some money, I will leave
Why do i need gray moscow
With her look like sad faces
To smile by passersby
That smile is so rare
And I do not remember sales
But it is a city
And a half to three
Wait until they come
And cut the crumbs
But little by little
You think you are burning,
But do not worry, because it can
And to think that is legal
The fact that it is illegal
I'll smoke
At the Kursk railway station
Reading these lines
And forgetting to put points
After all, it is difficult to remain silent when inserts
Simple words knocking into rhyme
And hammering with rhyme
No more words Ma
And on a piece of paper again
Nothing
Not a word
I see no darkness or light
Not emptiness nor the edge of paradise
Nothing again and nothing again
And on a piece of paper again
Empty word nothing
And maybe the word again
You take it like nothing again
And here again open spaces
Night noisy Moscow
And in captivity
To be free
In the will of the one that is not mine
To read
And on the boulevard ring
Walking kilometers
Dream about where the winds blow
Swinging on a swing
Moscow and any other who shake

No, I'm not pumping up