они возвышаются надо мной на своих ходулях, приказывая избавиться от привычек
On my face I scratched out something like a silhouette Around the golden ten like lambs On my face I've hidden away any embarrassment Away from my acquaintances I'm not sold on anything but half a dream I'm not sensing a thing
I see a blank notebook page And it's my life and there is nothing I can think to write I'm not sensing a thing I hope you don't see a thing Smile through everyone you ever see So what, you gave him the time of day Twist back and end this suffering I'll dance around, I honestly give up and de-robe
I see a blank notebook page And it's my life and there is nothing I can think to write I'm not sensing a thing