Текст песни Обе-Рек - Лабиринт

Without the charm of an extra reason
I am in the maze of the night city
Where do the lights bloom in the streets
And the lights all the way squint
And everyone is leaning over questions.
And the slush is angry under the wheels
Rare cars ...

Along the streets of the night city
Walking wind and loneliness,
In the apartment hide themselves from the cold
Those without a name and patronymic,
Late shuttle buses,
They are driving someone drunk in bed,
In strange dreams ...

And tomorrow will be morning
And in the morning the sun will rise,
And the sun, as you know,
Work for nothing.

Spring sneaks to the left,
Hit summer right,
Over the summer fall autumn
Over the fall winter.

And we will not
We will turn into earth
Break through the springs
And sprout grass.

So that was interesting
And so it was not close
Under this new sun
And new foliage.

We affirm individual liberty,
Without noticing her on the street,
Where are the fists around the corner raging,
Breaking faces because of cash.

And in this stone evenness
Brick-woven inevitability
We assure each other of necessity,
We dissolve each other in tenderness
Strange dreams ...

And in this stone evenness
Brick-woven inevitability
Sneak around on the outside
And we trust our haste.

And tomorrow will be morning
And in the morning the sun will rise,
And the sun, as you know,
Work for nothing.

Spring sneaks to the left,
Hit summer right,
Over the summer fall autumn
Over the fall winter.

And we will not
We will turn into earth
Break through the springs
And sprout grass.

So that was interesting
And so it was not close
Under this new sun
And new foliage.