Текст песни Добрые Люди - Тротуар

I sit on the sidewalk
Time is slowly intermittent
And under the strings of a guitar
Mirages arise
And passers-by begin
Turning on at home
And I look at the yellowed
Grass like from the window

I invented this city myself
Invented this world
These windows are where no one is dear
Gateways of black holes
In my eyes, as if in the windows
Rain curtains
Got wet in my eyes
Two scraps of November
Then I'll close my eyes
To see the darkness
To new heroes
Prepared for the morning
And as soon as I open
I light up two windows
Passers-by begin
Turning on at home

And the trams go round and round
Protecting oxygen
Through annoying swearing
Tinder people in wagons ...

And I'm sitting on the sidewalk
Time is running slowly
And under the strings of a guitar
Mirages subside ...