Текст песни 00.10 - 7 секунд

7 seconds before dawn
there is no place for us next to the sun
the hands on the clock, the planet will spin again
I will build bridges again to the center of the painful from the ghetto
spare the old me bohemian dreams

from afar ...
sublimation will seem like darkness
the plan will collapse ...
and everyone will fall into the same room
how much heat ...
still in you, tell me
give it one last time, at the cost of life

burn, burn, burn
my subcutaneous biorhythm
fight charisma world
faith let us down in a moment
bet higher with thoughts, take off fast but
artists will tire of describing my life
close to the rain, sober up the memory from the cold
whiskey is not waiting to drink on this day is not needed a reason
letters will go to the addressee, which is from the photo
short beeps in the phone will cut off the flight
_ _ _ _

and up the steps, from home to work
retreating involuntarily from the edge of the window sill we fly into the windows
bullet ... hail ... on the heads of people who are happy about everything!
and gravity is not a hindrance, in a free dance we will touch the sky
hands, feet, headache,
from above everything is in the palm of your hand,
it can be seen in a new way!
at a bird's-eye view,
we believe above all and we will not fall
the light rolled over the sunset
lack of nicotine, old day - bye!
a glass of a new day, a portal is open to me
the day is far from being divided,
few of these people understood this ...

from afar ...
sublimation will seem like darkness
the plan will collapse ...
and everyone will fall into the same room
how much heat ...
still in you, tell me
give it for the last time, at the cost of life