Текст песни 3 Грамма и Кредитка - Слепой

The leaves fall down and the world flies
In the face of the breeze blows and the subway man sits
The smell of the autumn sea, somewhere surf rattles
A living example of grief is the inscription on the plate "Blind"
People go to work, each other keeps saying something
Everybody has their own worries, take their eyes off
Go on the machine, as if the soul is not here
Their souls are as if in bed - they are waiting for their dawn.

City of Big People Poisons
People do not rest soul
Each of us is waiting for something
Like people past a blind person, life is passing by us.

People are waiting for something, and are striving for something
The future live, instead of what would be in the present to stay
Children want to school, high school students to college
In the morning past the blind they are on the subway go
Happy only in thought, unhappy in reality
Buddhas would have been hanging somewhere, as if they did not live
Blind people are so sorry for people, he is offended at them
Not because they do not give coins, but because they do not see anything.

City of Big People Poisons
People do not rest soul
Each of us is waiting for something
Like people past a blind person, life is passing by us.

The autumn wind whispers, the scarlet maple is sad
Not so everything was in the world, everyone was in love in love
Do not let a big city swallow you up
Learn and work, but do not forget to live
Meanwhile, a gray herd, decides its questions
They go where they want, not seeing anything further than the nose
One sign is "blind," a crowd of unseeing fools
The blind saw the soul more than the eyes of a million blind people ...