Текст песни Рэйн - Квадрат

Someone else's peace seems unbearable at times
So lonely, and then the rise - I step over the threshold
Not for vice, on the way, I'm running from home
To the area that is not ZM - native Krasnogorka

Iron Felix, thirty-seven, I close the door
All without cheating, just take out the card, check
Every Rasta is here, factories supply us with smoke
But the stars can be seen clearly how many songs he wrote about them

The streets are darkening, I walk on the boulevard past Icarus
Pots are noisy in the courtyards, people have no time for sports cars
The lantern will illuminate the DHS, the trees will cut the sky with crowns
Opposite is the ginger house, where he wanted to be a guest, but was not

Second floor - as if my throat is pressed by the shine of the window
And as if recently I painted something under it with enamel
I move on, quieter the player, went out into the alley
Nobody, just cigarette smoke and a veil of lilac greens

The native school sleeps, and a warm evening presses on the roof
Failed into the courtyards, bypassing all the passages and the monument
Chelyaba pulls up, but I will cross and go to Suvorov
Where life is in full swing and young bums will be blinded by traffic lights

Sloppy drawn tags, in the sea of ​​beer there are pharmacies island
The house on Shestakova will remind me that it's too late to change
There were times, I lived almost here, now - the point of no return
Not married, and everything should be forgotten, like Herostratus

I continue my way past Sela, turn at the corner
Kamenskaya Street will lead to the place where my ailment originated
Balconies Devyatin, concrete and fortieth school ahead
Parking and Kyoto, Avenue - a long-familiar algorithm

Stop, wires - yes we all come from similar places
Kalinina and Kamenskaya - the main cross in my life
There are four ways, but believe me, everyone will lead there,
Where every day hip-hop and in the twilight the exact words boil

But I have to go back, straight road, turn north
I am surrounded by old houses and the same shroud of trees
Utilities and furniture, and then Bastion will meet with neon
Drunken cries, fourth five-year street I crossed

There is Aquarius and the State Archives across the street
Every turn dear, a couple of minutes and at home on the doorstep
Four pieces of my heart, now it's a square game
I hope that while I was walking, I did not lose my face.