Lost Generation, Last Revolution - Сорок Минут - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Wet asphalt spots indicate the path. My hands pass through obstacles. It seems to me that I became a stream. It is difficult to grab the minute lost in the dark and emptiness. I can’t wait any longer, the cramped metro replaced me with the tightness of your arms, but I still want to go home.