Текст песни Земфира - Брызги снега из под колёс...

Under the canopy, after me
There is none.
You're late - I did not,
It is possible to forgive.

You ask me: & quot; What kind of dance,
On the street minus 20? & Quot;
My answer is: & quot; petrolatum and Bury
We ran to kiss & quot ;.

Spray of snow from under the wheels
The Woman of Broken Glass -
It's not me, it's deja vu.

Spray of snow from under the wheels
The Woman of Broken Glass -
It's not me, it's deja vu.

Closed stalls, broken heart
Sniffing, trying to down
And that is the end

You ask me: & quot; What kind of dance,
On the street minus 20? & Quot;
My answer is: & quot; petrolatum and Bury
We ran to kiss & quot ;.

Spray of snow from under the wheels
The Woman of Broken Glass -
It's not me, it's deja vu.

Spray of snow from under the wheels
The Woman of Broken Glass -
It's not me, it's deja vu.
You ask me: & quot; What kind of dance,
On the street minus 20? & Quot;
My answer is: & quot; petrolatum and Bury
We ran to kiss & quot ;.

Spray of snow from under the wheels
The Woman of Broken Glass -
It's not me, it's deja vu.

Spray of snow from under the wheels
The Woman of Broken Glass -
It's not me, it's deja vu