Текст песни Александр Цапко - Из Простых

Exit,
From the house without knowing where .
Famously,
The sky is crying to us .
Quiet,
In the dark paths tread face of unhappy people ,
And them my shadow .
Thoughts
In the hallways confusing streets
Fast,
Home alas did not return .
Brush ,
I finally touched your hair black as the sky
And the door to the heart Close
wildly ,
My gaze devours you .
Quiet,
Thoughts are whispering to me about you .
Exit,
Of the states you can not , just can not .
Believe me , I do not lie ...
Chorus
I am a simple Quarters
I am a simple Homes
I paced the sidewalk
Sparing no legs ...