Текст песни гражданин земли - балкон

Put your hand on my shoulder
I'll sat down simply so much about
Sit silem simply so in silence
We will tell you about the past
December
December

And someone now sees dreams, but not we
Again will see us together, something as a class

At night, the sky is like a stack of old newspapers
Gives yellowness from garlands and windows
How many sleeping matches and cigarettes
Want your cozy old balcony

And someone now sees dreams, but not we
Again will see us together, something as a class
And someone now sees dreams, but not we
Again will see us together, something

And someone now sees dreams, but not we
Again will see us together, something as a class