Текст песни найтивыход - всё вернётся

your habits regarding, for no reason
about priorities in life
limited window seat
on a rainy July evening,
you have no friends.
all your thoughts do not have anyone to share.
in fact all the same -
cooked breakfast and twelve o'clock
in a stupor.
Your Beliefs
limited to 140 characters in a tweet.
and rhythms in your headphones I
I assume that you're listening to
the tracks are not in mood,
your soul is burning lights zamylenny
You do not write,
you will not know for which exist.
you expect more than a sign of the invisible
Do you believe in but pastafarianstvo,
stupid human need
look for the deeper meaning where there is none.
drags the heavy burden on itself,
nedogovarivaya phrases and leaving polunamёki.
in doorways hidden secrets
humid air in the hallways
rotten dullness of bygone days.
leaving in the heart of shrapnel fragments of ideas
hidden behind dark curtains and storms.
Well, and played enough
the game is over and I'm drained.