Текст песни Вадим Курылёв - Подземное Время

I'm so tired stumble over someone else's threshold
Reading in a dream the numbers of stale alarms
But I'm not old, not new, not kind, not evil
In what land can I find my cultural layer?
In which wall did the new doors appear?
Will there be enough life to measure someone's death
But silence in the mirrors - gray bride
Why go if you can not move
Where are you flying, underground time,
Forgotten name on dirty wall?
Which side is my kind, my tribe
Tell me, do I live here? or i'm not here?
And I spend the whole night - it tastes bitter
And unresponsive, like tears in the eyes of an old man
All the anchors on the shore, and the oar in the sky
Where is the underground river brought me?
Where did the ship float, are they fools?
Where did the children come from, are the fathers dead?
And if in this darkness you are going away
Check which side put on a medal
Where are you flying, underground time
Forgotten name on dirty wall?
Which side is my kind, my tribe
Tell me, do I live here? or i'm not here?
Body monument or blank paper
Only the smell of the mash is more important than the taste of bread
But the links of one chain, we turn off the light
The grave of V.I.P. or a portrait in a museum?
Heroes sketched the contours of glorious deeds
The truth is only one, but how many dead bodies
Another Black Square, and behind the canvas is a wall
What a ridiculous end to a beautiful dream ...
Where are you flying, underground time
Forgotten name on dirty wall?
Which side is my kind, my tribe
Tell me, do I live here? or i'm not here?