Текст песни ProDem - Мокрый асфальт

On asphalt drums sad drummer rain
You must once again deceive you probably do not you come
Myself I have this evening ask a funny question:
Is he someone needs my drenched bouquet of roses ...
Is he someone needs
My bouquet of roses soaked ...

The wet asphalt, wet roses
I still hold in my hands wet
All too late, and not serious ...
With the bitter taste of rain on the lips.

I'm not a prince, I'm just a prisoner of your strange beauty
These roses on stage will throw at your door
Go out in the morning and adjusting a strand of brown hair ...
You will see under your feet wet with tears rose ...
You will see under your feet
Roses are wet with tears ...