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| This day will not bring any secrets
Will not expand the boundaries of the drawn circle
The world ocean is unlikely to become transparent
The cold north wind will reach the south

Skinny jeans, sneakers, punk rock
A pair of cigarettes in a pack of guitar on the shoulders
Kiedis and Lemmy inspire you
You have one way and that's freedom
Take the first step is not much and not enough
Gray pencil, white sheet of paper

Hundreds of roads, kilometers, sidelined
New day morning rails mountains, bridges
In city labyrinths on a worn-out sole
Piece by piece you collect traces to a dream
Sometimes angels and demons appear on the way
It's too late to guess, all the bets are made

Skinny jeans, sneakers, punk rock
Now on thin ice, now at the very edge
There are too many roads in urban labyrinths
Dead ends, crossroads know yours is not straight
Suitcase T-shirt, shorts, cap, spare strings
Half a bottle of whiskey with a "wolf" just like that, just in case

Chorus:
Don't believe in miracles
This whole world is blowing away roofs
Someone else's opinion clouded the eyes
Do it all yourself
Believe you will soon write
Words from which hearts start |