Текст песни Александр Боровик - Белый шум

Alone in the room
Full of darkness
Where there are only images
And canvases.

Raving soul
Under the groans of the strings.
Black tea.
White noise...

And the gray sky above the chimneys of the urban
Glow ripped off. The muse is scared.
She rushes about, poor girl, in search of the main thing.
But already dumb. [No, not here!]

As if, understanding everything, leaves
Out the window with the last curl of smoke
She, like me,
Unsociable ...

Alone in the room
Full of darkness
Where there are only images
And canvases.

Raving soul
Under the groans of the strings.
Black tea.
White noise...