Текст песни Октава - Взгляд вверх

I love to walk, forgetting about time
While people clog into the underground tunnels
Lanterns merge with the lights of high-rise buildings
Light wind in my face, it matters to me

How much I would do, but I dream
And this imaginary reality returns to earth
There were many of us, similar ideas
Age cuts off excess, normal

Look back, see these cast shadows?
In the dark living, lost in fate
But everyone has gone out this zeal for the goal
Too boring, these are abandoned topics

Liter drunk on Saturday darkness
A sluggish body wakes up the next morning
The important thing. Space on dream
Bottle spilled on white canvas

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April snow brings us back to earth
Dreams for the best turn to ashes
In the puddles reflection of the cold sky
But success will come no matter who you are

April snow brings us back to earth
Dreams for the best turn to ashes
In the puddles reflection of the cold sky
I want to go back to where I was not
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My words will not take root
Lump in the throat, not chewed
Dirty, damp, unclean soul
A lyre plays inside, but a string is torn

From the real world to the world of hope
One trail where thorns are inevitable
My dream, no pissed wilds
The exit is waiting for me, in a few meters

Gas to the floor, on the path to success a bright trace
Infinity is so close, you need to look up
Belief in space, unlimited number of planets
Where the same people blindly seek the light

I do not cast a shadow that has color
My real eyes won't see the dawn
But that doesn't put a blank on my dream
I will not leave a place on a white canvas