Текст песни Витя Гроб - Мы воскресали несколько часов...

We rose a few hours
On the wings of a crumpled bed.
We bloomed with rainbow colors
Within the walls of our houses.
We watched
In the eyes. Outside the windows, winter was falling in hail.
We did not take our eyes off.
I flourished with the Rastaman flag
Shimmering with all its colors.
I remember that with us
Happened in this damned city.
I repeat in a murmur
My broken voice
And I make out the dark stripes on my fingers.
I do not know what will happen.
I'm just waiting for the new weather.
The weather when people
Will cease to be synonymous with the word "Freaks."