Lyrics Стриж feat. Slim, Ай-Q - И в самый тёмный, холодный миг.

What does the window dream of seeing the horizon?
While the whole city is sleeping, what is the poet silent about?
March, martini, juice and ice are not far off
I silently dissolve in the general interior of the rooms.
Incoming does not warm, unbroken rays,
Sim-kraty number is the same, the rest trivia.
Jumps tension in anticipation drops,
The winter winds have not yet arrived.
Slowly smoldering weeks, minutes - bullets,
Lose me without a trace in carefree April.
Time to look around. In the end, who stayed close?
School classmates find out with difficulty.
Soon the birds will come back to build cozy nests,
Driving late, smoke swallowed greedily.
I breathe it, you know, and rolls normally,
Muti, while I count the stars at night in the dark.
If it conceals something, then it is worth it,
A layer of asphalt underfoot, not sand by the sea.
This is my highway, the lights of the metropolis are burning,
Voices from space, outside the frost.
Bright dawn, not sparing the sky, I explode.
Cover the first foliage my forever young May ...
My forever young May ...
Ay-Q
And in the darkest, coldest moment
We are looking for loved ones in a crowd of strangers.
This heat is no longer for them,
Like the pages of books read ...
And in the darkest, coldest hour
Only the embers of those days warm us
This heat has not died out ...
Old book new story ...
We are silent, match us
But it is urgent to say everything
So you need to say something in your heart ...
We shout spit.
But do not change anything,
And many no longer hug ...
Slim
Go with the flow in this city of dreams,
Wiping tears with his hands and without knowing the edges
Someone has ice inside, and my fire is burning
And we are on the go with you along the way.
Taking steps, leave traces
Bridges burning again, then dreaming,
As if you are flying, touching the clouds,
As if you are not alone and somewhere near it.
Declining above the houses in which the fuss is,
Prices are per square and the water flows.
And surely every man for himself
Although it warms the hands of someone else's fire.
Changing something, remembering how it was,
As in autumn wing, as she loved.
But we are spun, and how not cool
Everything was beautiful, but we could not.
Those days flew and only the heat of the battery
We are warmed in apartments, but before something warmed
Somewhere hidden inside, under expensive clothes
Breaking the fragile scheme of the nervous system.
Not noticed, swinging on a swing
While we were invigorating with something on that warm evening.
It will be easier for you, and I will stay here.
Wait for free seats on the last flight.
Ay-Q
And in the darkest, coldest moment
We are looking for loved ones in a crowd of strangers.
This heat is no longer for them,
Like pages of books read.
And in the darkest, coldest hour
Only the embers of those days warm us
This heat has not died out ...
Old book new story ...
We are silent, match us
But it is urgent to say everything
So you need to say something in your heart ...
We shout spit.
But do not change anything,
And many no longer hug ...