Текст песни Posternak - Выход в Город

got into this city
remember
do not forget in the carriages
things, destinies, names
you can't stay
you can't get rid
the next station
complete unconsciousness

I am carried further into the murky haze
victims who have lost their memory
what moves inward
underground transport
forgetting is not the most dangerous thing
but to be without a passport
not because of the police, but rudely:
this is primary
ID confirmation
if you have time to grope in the chest
to calculate your own part more accurately
flying by trains through the tunnels
at the rate of a thousand oblivions per hour

I couldn't just get away
I had something before:
family, childhood, name, loved ones, home
some aspirations, memories
rolls me harder, crushes me
escalators
annular pulls tight
I'm in a steep peak
put your heart on the yellow circle
go through the turnstile
find a job
rent an apartment
read the poster
become nobody

I don't remember the kind
i don't remember the name
exit to the city
transition to another line

eternal passenger of colorful trails
I woke up in the wrong life
getting on the wrong subway car

I don't remember the kind
i don't remember the name
exit to the city
transition to another line

being in multi-colored trails mode
I woke up in the wrong life
getting on the wrong subway car

eternal suffocation
dark maze
scuba headphone
clean mp3
I will take a deep breath
this even rhythm
so you don't hear the singing
ocean inside

sitting in an empty carriage
becoming the wrong one
now lost deep
In the dark

tunnel paths
in complete darkness
your ice in your chest is growing
you're gone, you're erased

fly along the stations
you are no longer the same
who was I once
don't remember me

I don't remember the kind
i don't remember the name
exit to the city
transition to another line

eternal passenger
colorful trails
I woke up in the wrong life
getting on the wrong subway car

I don't remember the kind
i don't remember the name
exit to the city
transition to another line

being in multicolored trail mode
I woke up in the wrong life
getting on the wrong subway car

I woke up in the wrong life, in the wrong car
I don't remember anything
in slow agony
in a city woven
crumpled five hundred
Stalinist skyscrapers
closed stone honeycomb
here it is, second-rate
fast food philosophy
food court, see you soon
Buddha with a pure subcortex
forgot who I was
I will not be anyone
name erased by waves of waifai
was great
decreasing

do you hear
I don't remember what my name was
the voice of those killed in the ruins is getting lower
calling in the past - lines are busy