Lyrics Павел Кашин - Гладиатор

We are like gray clothes, soaking in the rain
We are waiting for something, waiting for something, waiting for something ...
Like a pale hope, whatever you call her
How hemp dampens without love ...

The daily anxiety in us sprouts like wormwood
On the abandoned road, where the crows - wherever you go
Where everything is lost in the fog, you are not looking for someone's look
Nobody beckons you anywhere, nobody is glad to see you anywhere ...
And in the house of mold, oblivion, and cold - how many do not drown ...
Where everything is scattered, like links in your broken chain

It's a bad habit - making friends
As a gladiator on his way to the Colosseum
Our names are drowned in the waters of festive avenues
As the names of not drowned ships

The daily anxiety in us sprouts like wormwood
On the abandoned road, where the crows do not throw anywhere
Where everything is lost in the fog. You are not looking for someone's look
Nobody beckons you anywhere, nobody is glad to see you anywhere
And in the house of mold, oblivion, and cold - how many do not swamp
Where everything is scattered, like links in your broken chain

We are like gray clothes, getting wet under the rain
We are waiting for something, waiting for something, waiting for something ...