Текст песни АнимациЯ - Магазин

I woke up. wind gust
I ran on the edge of the earth
Where the moon a few meters
Where the sun fell asleep in the dust

Here in St. Petersburg white nights
And the tired faces of houses
And nothing anyone not prophesy
Commies from the higher ranks

There sullen faces of passers-by
So like people's faces
And goosebumps
From their own crazy ideas

Here beer stalls frozen
Drunk smell gray windows
And I 'm going to the store
And I 'm going to the store