Текст песни Азъ - Небо цвета потёртых джинсов

I covered his hands the sky,

At first I was just a bystander.

But what is vile faces

Body rammed down.

And I, like most pure Jesus,

To inquire yourself, "What was going on?"

He stumbled and walked clumsily,

A drop of blood, rumpled hair.

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So it is necessary to kill enemies,

Where a response.

The sky is the color worn jeans,

The sky is the color of past years.

And, once in another quarter to me,

On the outskirts of a strange city,

Choking ragged cold,

Posted in clouds of white steel:

Chorus

Time to put a fat point,

Goodbye, airplanes and trains.

Are you currently in a hurry to nowhere?

Remain zatёrty these lines:

Chorus