Текст песни Dos Groowe - Если ты позволишь

If you let it get to heaven
The sky is made up of tears and other nonsense
If you let the dreams away from the head
In my hands the fire, there are burning bridges
They lead you to one, I do not want to go home
And your voice was like home to me
Again the rain drown the city with his head
In this flood, I must find his peace
I do not say a word about this love
And from me you will not hear lullabies
And you know my world is no longer interested
My drives forward if the Terem convoy
And behind me were gray days
And I will write on the sheets like everything will
July August again throws portraits
I'm standing inside neatly dressed