Текст песни GoldenScrew - Расстование на остановке

Rasstovaniya at the bus stop ,
Not cleverly slightly me
In the darkness of her eyes visible brozko ,
Melancholy is the soul ,
When I after parting ,
Attention is paid to her lips ,
Sam otpushu body , knowing
What you see ! But , it does not matter ,
Quickly scroll time ,
With those arrows on the walls,
In recalling the veins without laziness ,
Knees , and fully body!
That's how to think in a bus ,
On the side of villages , and home food ,
The medium or another day ,
Are you sometimes dream to live ...