Текст песни Ночной город - Шум города

Metropolis even at night is filled with people. They are literally everywhere. They walk along windows and neon signs. The light from advertising allows them to slightly see their faces, they, like the day do not express anything, absolutely nothing. They go, just looking ahead, and all. You may think that if something incredible happens, they will not change their expression. Alien invasion chokes, only from one indifferent and indifferent glance of these people. And there was one more person among this gray mass. Sneakers, blue jeans, sweatshirt and a sad look. Head down, he simply walked forward, without thinking where he could wander. To the noise of passing cars, added a rare rumble of thunder. Periodically, the sky was cut by huge lightning. Each new time, intertwined in fancy patterns, they resembled lush trees. On this night the whole sky was planted with these trees. Lilo, like a bucket. People became noticeably less. Now the guy was moving almost along an empty street. And those infrequent passers-by who met on the way, then ran into the shops, but in a hurry caught a taxi. Without noticing the rain, he walked and walked. So past hundreds of houses, shops and parking lots, past dozens of nightclubs, where at first glance, life was in full swing, Artem got to the embankment. Reflections of lights on the water only added sad notes. Here he was alone, just the same as among the crowd. So, the guy stood at least a couple of hours. Near the bridge more than once drove the metro train, complementing the sounds of rain with its crash. Then Artem was filled with rage. Throwing into the water, everything that came to hand, he shouted. Shouted with rage, with resentment. Himself to blame, he is tired, now the guy blamed God. There was no one else to blame. Now, the young man believed in him. Now he certainly knew that this selfish asshole exists. Everything went to hell exactly from the moment the young man renounced his faith. He decided that he was his own master, that he himself decided his fate, but how wrong he was. The young man threw a challenge to the creator himself. And lost. Artyom was crushed. This lesson was the hardest. Although rather painful. Everything went downhill. Fired from work. Not a single idea that could bring a guy to success, was not embodied, the friends turned away, the girl was gone. There is nothing left. Now Artem shouted at the top of his voice: “I lost, I lost, you fucking asshole, can you hear me? Yes, you never heard me! Of course, you sit there, somewhere upstairs and play your computer game. Yes, but I do not want to be your toy! Do not want to hear me? ". Yes, although whom I blame. I myself was always to blame for everything, and now nothing has changed. How did I torture all this!
- Well tell me, why are you screaming here? A man with gray hair, whose age was difficult to determine, asked. At the same time it seemed that he was both young and old. He was dressed in a formal suit, and the collar of his white shirt was unbuttoned. The tie was almost untied, and he kept on his neck by a miracle.
Artem did not hear how this man approached him. For some reason I wanted to talk. This man a guy caused some kind of warm feelings. As if someone native stands in front of him. For a long time Artem did not feel this.
- I miss the past. Insanely sad. According to the past, which I did not have. Because I have deprived myself of myself without having done what I wanted.
- There is no past, answered the young old man. And there is no future. There is only the present, only in the present you can live. There are you and me, but there are no those of us who were a second ago, and there are no of us who should be in a second. Why spoil yourself now with anguish about what is not? Do you have a life, a great gift, do not let it go in vain? Life is given once, live it right.
- The fact of the matter is that I did not live it ...
Artem caught himself thinking that no one is around. Flashed the thought of madness. Not scary, the guy thought, and walked away from this place. I had to go home, I really wanted to sleep ...

                                             (Levitin Gleb)