Текст песни анжелика не придумала название - Тихий час

Quiet hour, but you are not sleeping,
Eyes closing, in the spacious darkness you can fly,
Having a dream in deep dreams,
about that someone lies here, and this someone is not you

It's time to go home, dirty sandals,
At the courtyard, two tears with your eyes fell,
Silence muffled the mother's moan from the bedroom,
superfluous on the planet this suddenly you became and

Somewhere there the Men's voice mutters
I won't give you my authority
Will you give a scorch from bread,
wet all fall on the dirty floor straight from the sky

Morning night
Saturday Tuesday Sunday
Dirty rain
knocks on the windows per day of autumn
Low light
launched a look, closed all the doors
no more
hopes, because around only beasts

Summer heat
falls on the knees
Dad is yours
Magic went to the country
Custic gas inside it pierces echo
Quiet hour, sleeping, friend, you are not a hop ...