Текст песни Неизвестный - Каменные джунгли

Sometimes it seems to me that nothing will be here, will not grow, will not happen, new people will not appear; that it is necessary to cover the city with a huge blanket, so that everyone would finally fall asleep and one could start from the beginning. Where everything goes is one big mistake. The city looks like a cow with which cream is skimmed. Three and a half people, devoid of any color, drown in one swamp, tell each other tales. And nothing works, does not live, does not breathe. Everyone is looking at their feet, no one is hearing anyone, no one is saying anything. The mouth is filled with money. The streets swell with ugly houses. This is not a protest song, it just comes out. When it is filled to the brim, flood begins. It is impossible to contain so much shit and not become part of it. The sights went astray, I don’t know where the happiness is. And there is nothing to rely on, the earth is leaving underfoot. I became a part of the world that is turning me on. There is porridge in my head, a swamp under my feet. I fool myself, hold on to an idiot. I'm fine, I have enough work and money. What is not yet, the result is only natural laziness. But sometimes I'm scared, thinking about what's next. Even now, I feel a slight smack in my voice. I want to stand still, stand up, look around, see what is left there, somewhere hidden in my heart. Pick up a couple of good songs there. Without this, it’s simply not interesting. A voice will sound. Sounds will be born. They will fly into space, right in your hands.