Текст песни СВСМ - Следующий я

I try to withdraw from these ordinary days
I dream of the masts of night lights
I'm pushed into the faces of passers-by and
stupidly folded days in verse

listen, in the roars of steel cars
unnecessary, was to become a big
tried to find the ground, but
breaks and flies to the bottom

Wake me up
when cut in half
pathologist
the day
not enough for anything
goes well and what
so the next meeting I ..

I breathe at home under the falsity of such correct words
faintly burning in the palms of the hands
tomorrow the city will wake up and
yields under the rollers

Look, on the floor is a steket of smoke
all the way down, you could be different
happy translucent but
so eyelids merged in his eyes

Wake me up
when cut in half
pathologist
the day
not enough for anything
goes well and what
so the next meeting I ..