(Один День Из Жизни Егоря Кузнецова)nnthe chieftains are dreaming...ndreams too sweetnbut I see what existsnthey don't understand, not a single thoughtnalthough I gave them all the answersnwe look at each other in the eyenbut he keeps lyingnwith blindness even he can excelnand with power he self-justifiesnni do not knownfor how long I am able to hold onnand I do not understandnthat I'm still alive after allnnin my car there's just the bottle and menand in my pocket themobile is tinklingnI do not answer, I know who it isnand I hide all my thoughts in the mistnsoon she is dreaming...nsreams too sweetnbut I see what existsnshe can't understand, even the rays of dawnnyet I find answers within themnn- How did I end up here?nWhere did I come from?nAnd where the hell am I going?nFuck, no, I don't need helpnNot until it's too latenWhatever happens - happensnThen at least something happensnI wait, wait, wait...nnin the day - nonin the night - no