Текст песни Игорь Морозов - Я по солнцу привык мерять время...

I used the sun to measure time,
It is a pity that the clouds shut it down,
And increasingly I go alongside those
Who has nothing to his name.

Only the night given to me for walks,
And interwoven lines in the verses.
At the hour when the drainpipes
At some time deaf.

Yes, let God watch,
Just to talk to you.
And the nature of an hour stops,
Day melancholy trumpets we retreat.

Day of the trumpet, but we still have the evening -
It splashed a glass of wine,
And we drink to good luck for the meeting
And for a strange life, like in the movies.

Knowing the measure, we talk for a long time,
Who prevents those matyugami helmet.
That cling like two wolves,
That suddenly stood up in the throat com ...

it is necessary to interrupt our conversation did not,
long life, there will be many in her days.
For the topic of conversation is, pour a hail -
Tomorrow meet me again at the door.