Изящное алиби (An Elegant Alibi)

Level three, The parking garage. Hiding in the shadows like a dark mirage. I have the briefcase cuffed to my wrist. Waiting for a meeting that doesn't exist. The concrete echoes every drop of a leak. This is the day of the week for the Weak. This is the payoff, The final exchange. Everything feels a little bit Strange. The air is heavy. The silence is loud. I'm a solitary man In a dangerous crowd. This is the payoff, do or die. Underneath the concrete sky. A black sedan rolls slowly down the ramp. The headlights cutting through the cold and the Damp. Two men step out wearing matching suits. Stomping on the ground in their heavy boots. They ask for the case. They show me the gun. I know that the violent part has begun. This is the payoff, The final exchange. Everything feels a little bit Strange. The air is heavy. The silence is loud. I'm a solitary man In a dangerous crowd. This is the payoff, Do or die. Underneath the concrete sky. I toss them the leather. I step to the side. There's nowhere to run, and there's nowhere to hide. They pop the latches and look at the green. The tensest moment that I've ever seen. They nod their heads And walk to the car. I breathe a sigh And light a cigar. This is the payoff, The final exchange. Everything feels A little-little bit strange. The air is heavy. The silence is loud. I'm a solitary man in a Dangerous crowd. This is the payoff. Do or die. Underneath the concrete sky. I walk away. Alive