Lyrics Larghetto - Изотопы

Past the billboards of endless advertising.
Past the houses.
Past the districts of empty cities.
Past the broken glasses
Half-erased lines of factories
I know - time is short.
Time is short.
But they are still waiting for us somewhere.
Among the broken hopes
The smell of exhaust pipes.
We are at a dead end, as if the composition was written off for scrap.
But our voices will fill these places.

My house is as cold as Jupiter.
Jupiter
There is no you and no events in it.
Events
The dark night will put on its jacket.
Will open a new sheet of the most readable book.
To find me here one way out
Hundreds of apartments ...
One must pass through the dichotomies.
Out of the way
either forever or for a moment.
Blind from the glitter of the shop windows
will not mold the inner world.

You won't see ...
You can't find ...
Among the dirty swamps
your pure spring.
Where we are expected!
do you hear
Where we are expected!
There is paradise ...

Everyone here remembers everything and is angry at the world ...
Isotopes,
Their image is drawn in it.
Traces of soot from matches on the ceilings.
And our voices will fill these places.

Life path, paths of wrinkles on the face,
Made-up.
You hide it with alcohol, you run from problems.
But you are on the same map with them.
You can't just get away by tearing the atlas.
Man, skip the news feed -
Loneliness by wires
Tell others.
Headlights into a concrete fence, there is a dead end in front of you.
Punching a hole, the fire inside.
Here are angels, demons ... Behind the neighboring walls ...
Preserve of hysteria, envy, dumbness.
Everyone here is running and dreaming of finding ...
All that
what time to spend not in vain.
I found you, what I was looking for ...
Through hardships to the stars from the pits.
Your breath is a pulse in your temples.