Текст песни Кот Балу и Банума - Пустота

----------------------------------------- Cat Balu, Banuma - Void --- --------------------------------------
Morning light fills the room, opened the refrigerator, took out bread, butter, sprats and brewed coffee. On the dial half past seven.
He closed the door, checked everything in his pockets, his cell phone keys, identification card, money for travel, money to eat for lunch, and went off without hurrying up the stairs. And on the street is heavenly heights. But she is quiet, does not cure me for life. I hear the west wind, I see yellow leaves, I hear pigeons fluttering their wings, I see a schoolboy running with a briefcase, take tobacco from a pack, take out matches, I take out air that is cold and clean. Yesterday it was raining, yesterday it was hail, yesterday it was snowing and raining, there was a lot of water. Today I have to go, I approach the bus, people are kind of evil, I see fatigue in their eyes, or it seems to me. They are stepping on my shoes, but my string of patience will not untie, a few people watch me, pay for the fare, get out of the bus, the old man speaks smoothly, simply, saying that things are not the main thing, I agree with him, although he’s all in the parade in a fashionable dressing gown, but he’s an old man, plus my friend, a tamer of crazy and evil desires, the old man says that things aren’t the main thing, I agree with him, although he’s all at the parade in a fashionable dressing gown, but he’s an old man, plus my friend, a tamer of crazy and evil desires. Three years have passed since you died! The cat lost his mind a little, doesn’t communicate with anyone, doesn’t really eat, quit drinking, smoking, forgot what girls, clubs, had dreamed of buying a car, now walks and enjoys, and if it's cold, then on the bus, he stopped discussing people, He’s not interested in anyone, he threw sports, rap, books, and a bunch of acquaintances, an empty place at the bottom of the ocean, also wants to rush off to the sea, to somehow put the arbor on the lawn, he is excited by this emptiness, thoughtlessness and look like the wind in the sky dancing ...

Gelatinous thoughts, emptiness in the bustle of crazy numbers, the third year is already winter.
Kerosene in the blood fragments and words, a blanket with his head, away from the cold gone.
Threads of past days in a landfill - in the old trash.
You do not need to store anything, a few words are already a hoax.
Black and white paintings in my dreams, you are not there and we are not, there is fog, latte and jazz in them.
Lonely minutes hand on cold nights knocked down
Fall asleep emotions and glass dry drops from the eyes
For the last time ... for the last time ...
For the last time ... for the last time ...
The night ... and silence ... is mine ... and about me ...