Текст песни BezBileta - Мечтатели

Friend and tape all messed up
Screw overflowing creative trash
Not a drop of wine and no doubt drop
The foot bed bitten genius

I guess your three wishes
We'll meet again, wet, drunk
Elevator twelve, rise above
You can hear me and I can hear you

Chorus:
I just love
When you look out of the window
The way you say something
And accompanying glance
I just can not sleep
When you're in one city
Just be a day
When you are near

You still fly, do not touch the ground
And I am to thee for reeling
Dancing rented, the figure will be corrected
Language learning, trying to please

You're slipping away between the worlds
And I'm sending you a song, "Do not contact"
You declare Tango in Paris,
I rehearse solo on the roof