Текст песни Петя Зарудний - Шанс

With legs whipped rain and wet asphalt
You're just a drop and hell .
Your eyes are full of light
You want to go back !

And what will happen tomorrow?
Your cigarette smoke ,
And on his fingers the days count .
Procuration and drunken life will,
And small - small chance .

Warm flower will warm your house ,
And your heart is on zero.
And your oxygen will remain so ,
Who wants to go back .

And what will happen tomorrow?
Your cigarette smoke ,
And on his fingers the days count .
Procuration and drunken life will,
And small - small chance .