- Жанр
- Психоделический рок
- Лицензия
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- Над треком работали
- Сергей Караулов, Михаил Кустенков, Кирилл Никишин, Валерий Чекалин
- Альбом
- single
- Студия
- Sub-Stancia
- Текст
- we can't stop the traffic
(Karaulov/Kustenkov/Nikishin)
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they're driving outta town---
a clot of day crumpled
snowing flaking down
onto the sidewalk mess
by where whirpooling the air
growing thick and wet
the gorgeous cars are flying
and their oil vein is set
they're jumping outta corners
and they're shooting from the lee
there crossing up the double-line
one's drowning in the steam
and he's shooting from the corner
and he's jumping outta sight
disappearing by the border
of his hood's distorted light
they could believe the ads
they could believe in aliens
and grow beneath their dads
or join the street rebellions
along the junkyards
rise the spirits of the kerbs
and the two-legged dog is sniffing
for the grief of the suburbs
the electricity is running thru my brain
and i wanna play a song
that's sounding like a passing train
that is soon to leave a driver
daring coming up his track
bleeding out onto the siding
from his silver cadillac
they're driving in the town---
a clot of day crumpled
snowing flaking down
onto the sidewalk mess
by where whirpooling the air
growing thick and wet
the gorgeous cars are flying
and their oil vein is set
they're jumping outta corners
and they're shooting from the lee
all the morrow day and yesterday
he's awaiting me
and he's shooting from the corner
and he's jumping outta sight
disappearing by the border
of his hood's distorted light