Текст песни Ромка с метро - Белый ворон

And above my window something that does not understand
Is it a black gull or a white raven?
My Bosko factory, all the time something produces
And I'm like a drug addict: my thoughts are my drugs
Playing like I forgot about the dream and other charms
It can be seen such a life, ordered damage I bear
The goals are not reached, but the time that shaft
Even though I am white, sometimes I feel like a commodity
Ball you will not be full, podnakin for food
There, behind the screen, the guy, the viewer of all these battles
You are twisted by this light, that on the outskirts
When the boys throw, with whom you gave the oath
Basements, but I only dream about this fate
We are not like everyone else, we don’t stick spokes into the wheels
And we will fight until we play in the box
I do not believe in love, I believe in the present

I do not develop the thread until success
I do not respect even Vite AK and SD
I am not an esthete and do not like today's children
Now even war sticks are not the same
Conscience like a cold, we eradicate it
And at night I was even in the fiction looking for real
Viskar and Parlik, we buy health ourselves
Fewer yard philosophers sit in the garbage
And the fact that we build dreams, will soon turn into a map
Believing in a miracle on the planet that I will be back at the desk
Outcast among slaves, it doesn't sound very proud
And forget about everyone, so here we schA fashion
And year after year, less meaning, more information.
Would not be lost among their own nation
Euros and Bucks darken the souls of my city
And I will blow up and fly away like a white raven.