Текст песни Татьяна Зыкина - На чужом поле

Friends write to me: how are you?
We keep our fingers crossed for you
and I did in fact
and I as before
fly before his eyes
green cars.
I'm waiting and months
stuck on the ramp.

fly before his eyes
green cars,
Me and my fingers nails
dig into the palm of your hand.
and nervously clenching his knees,
and eagerly looking to the sky,
I wait and gradually
I turn into furniture

all paid off in me that life in half-strength
I need to wake up
in some better sleep
but if more is given the ball in a foreign field?

head-to-edge
washer
rustling and accelerate
hit the road in a single ball
press down the north to the south
and panic patience
they will be painted each other
in her hot foam

I quietly waiting, and I closely
tetrad in my booth
and the body of the new songs
I push the letters
I mentally razmazhu
the face of the one who against
rods and tear paper
zachёrkivaya line.