Текст песни Александр Чернядьев - 56. Промок

It does not weigh your notes,
I picked them as the wind leaves,
Things take what you wear
The sky will throw further higher,
Lipsticks your dull floated,
Here the sea and spring love live,
The walls are painted in yellow color,
I will not leave your mark here,
I merznu and wet for a long time,
Here I will cover all of the castle,
I was wounded and has long been one,
There are few words uttered,
The mud strewn notes
And the sun shines on us so low,
It loves us, where we had not gone astray
It shines to us, how much would neither suffer,
I am with you and not with you for a long time,
It hard for me without dreams,
I'm new, different every day,
You see, but completely blind,
Gone underground notes
About all we forget so quickly here,
In the morning the sun will shine low,
Night covering yellow bowl.