Текст песни Андрей Козловский - Мне надоели серые дома

I'm tired of the gray house,
It scares me a long road.
On the street - cold winter,
And I put the heat from God.
I bet the glass like a butterfly in the dark,
And only believe in the miracle alive as long!
I myself - in my heart and mind,
And I know that I once will

Drink, sing, look at the moon,
Vit whip on a horse fly,
Beat the copper nights -
Somebody hears someone come!

I - myself, but I did not on its own
About innuendo and rumors from.
Let win not knowing wins
And speaking loudly fall silent!
Let there be light, and will be the night is dark,
So be it that justice judge!
And if suddenly will not sustain the string -
Let my words no one will forget ...

Drink, sing, look at the moon,
Vit whip on a horse fly,
Beat the copper nights -
Somebody hears someone come!