Текст песни Onelight - 15. Из черновика

I would not like to write here more about the sad
And it becomes a burden that poisons feelings ...
Why such a violin? .. Melody in a minor.
On the balcony parapet I try to warm my palms.
The thermometer is broken, in degrees the weather is in the red
Dumbfounded, give, arms, legs, move.
Lids do not stick together, dawn on the dial soon,
Let's better pass this ambulance ...
Let the smell of tobacco fade out of clothes
"Hello, bro, then I'll call you back ..."
I wake up where - I do not understand right away
As if connected, the memory of yesterday was blurred,
Compresses the voice of the usual mp3 format,
Covered with dust micro me to listen ...
Thoughts on the sheet, in the speakers through the wires
Safe and those who think that there is in the morning.
Who goes by car, rolls into the metro crammed,
Who meets mom, and whom are the spotlights.
And I want more percentage of the audience
From the danced dance floors to the delightful feasts ...
Now I will finish, I will put the sheets on the mixer
And, perhaps, the line will dilute the vanity of the medium
The lights are off, I leave the studio in the morning ...
"Yes, I'm tired .." Well, how do you like the new sound people?

A little sound, louder than just decibels,
Lose quality - headphones hiss like nerves
A little loudness, thoughts from the draft ...
One working monitor and only smoke from tobacco ...