Текст песни Нежданные Гости - Хмурый год

One stroke of the pen will bleed
your eyes - lead the ice from the summer of dust.
And the city will wait for the rain,
Led River and okalennaya stars
and waiting for you
will not be worth my tears,
tears, tears ...

Escape for the fifth dawn horizon mourned.
And I'm running to the sun after a gloomy west.
And swarms of aircraft prostrate,
wind and songs by heart.
Breathing other people's pages
fill logic of my way,
my way, my way ...

At arm's length before our meeting ...
Let the idiots say that time heals!
And it will be a hundred times easier,
year and will press to January.
You will knock on my sunset,
but I still love you! ..

Love, love ...