Lyrics Мысли - Понедельники

And you're walking down the street again
Give autographs of smiles
And everyone around is squinting from the bright
As if photographers were beating with flashes

Blinded, speechless, desperate
I'm delirious in parallel projection
Hopelessly illuminated by you
An exhibit from a growing collection

Desired individuals
Lost inadvertently the past
And in some unthinkable way
Turning light into vulgar

To brush off would jump off in time
Run away and bury yourself in the familiar
Wrap myself in the worldly world by branding
The position to take amimic

Walking out onto a familiar street
Hide your sight behind the glass, dark
Let the others hang out in sparkling
They catch your weightless sun

Here you are walking down the street again
Blind loafers curl like a train
I would like to: - forever close her eyes
- ban Mondays in October.