Зал Ожидания [Zal Ozhidaniya] [English translation]

On the work desk blossoms white sakura,

And I'm diving into the black without sugar...

With red eyes a week online, as though a dream

My horizon, is closer, then my deadline in the morning

Distant buzzer- alert or alarm-clock

Who'll explain to me- did I fell asleep or croaked...

We got caught in those nets of timetables

We see the life from the windows of

waiting halls

How the trains are leaving on 3-4...

Something has changed in the world

But without us...

A field of tulips is blooming on my work desk,

And I keep making God lough with my plans, new

plans...

Work, in order to live... For me in all this carousel

I have to cancel... mmm... move the date of death

Time trouble, targets, all on deck

How I'm fed up with everything

But to survive even this not enough, it seems...

Without us...

We were married and children were given names

Taken everyone back...

Without us

The Third World War has started and has lost

With billions of soldiers

Without us

Somewhere near, whistled bullets- years

And almost the tread was ripped

We-are the champions, we've reached the targets...

Alas, we had no time to live...

Cold coffee, faded newspapers

Breakfast at God forgotten station

On loudspeaker they lied with a voice so grey

That the train will come... voices... in them no fate

The trains-chimeras, dream- locomotives

Rushing by and this motives

From 80-s, remembered by God

As if all the muses once have died...

• Artist:Slot
• Album:Septima