Текст песни Адвайта feat. Lotos грев - Дотла

Spiers skyscrap like needles pierced the sky
Looking for light with skinny hands, there was no light
Grandfather’s medals rusted, they were forgotten
And black and white pictures are covered with dust again.
In the morning in the subway people - zombies, Tom Murakami
Did not an announcer with a smart face made them fools
A soulless and cold look, almost like a robot
He replaced the heart in the chest with a thousand engines.
We are looking for methods that the soul is not cold
Forgive the world, but I do not see the point of shooting single
And if you have feelings that they are warm, let them not cool
And if there is no good inside, you are like a prisoner of the desert
We didn’t notice how we became children of the network.
Having traded my e-mail and id
Overlooked or simply forgotten.
That moment, brother, when we all cut off the wings

Minutes to the ground let them burn - ash to the wind
Why we have not understood here
Among scraps of paper winter
And we do not get out in any way
Minutes to ashes let ashes burn in the wind
Why we have not understood here
Among scraps of paper winter
But we will fix it for sure

We fly like a kite in the sky, but slowly down
Gray days are pushing us so that there is a gap without borders on weekends
So that the world does not hang while we are cutting a piece of paradise
Afraid to fall, and so already we walk along the edge
My city does not know the rules even shrouded in flame
The pain goes smoothly from bitter tears into memory
There will be only sediment at the bottom
And the one that will not soon but pass
Come quickly, because here everyone wants to be in time
Hug loved ones, lie down in a warm bed
Drop into the shadow and kill your eyes on the screen
Do you see faces that cry? I am yes
I'm where they disappear mercilessly year
Timer unable to give what you just lost
If there is a way out, then if you do not believe, shoot
But with light the sun will hardly smile at you

Clouds still hover over my city
Let us not fought, did not escape from blockades
But if this snow does not melt, we will for sure
Growing up for yourself, but this is for now
Flame white light, the flame does not believe everything
And if being someone comes out here it’s worth hanging
A little more, down with stubs of senses
No God, we need a little bit higher
According to the notes, in this world gray wait for nonsense
Someone, the city of advertising, sin or announcements
Robots, we put on display
Only chunks of hackneyed phrases
You want peace so on here it is
Minute and we soar above ourselves
Breaking his wings barricades of everyday worries. Whats up?
Apparently the fact that people are hiding behind the curtain at home