Текст песни Pro'Den - 06. В разных комнатах

Night again, thoughts on the monitor
Mono, Minor
We are in burrows, from all ignore
And in the rooms, different curtains

There's a storm in my soul, a draft in my soul
I'm waiting for your moment, but there is fuss everywhere
Both are not near, saturday to the bottom
And I stare at the photos for hours

Slowly writing for you
I meet a verse on the keys
And you are alone, alone under the blanket
This is not takeoff, not at all

Night flight, no plot
Other rooms, in other cities
Early frost, early morning
And between us, a bunch of lines

Saturday to the bottom, we are in different rooms
But on the other hand, together in the photo.