Текст песни Антон Лаврентьев - Токио

How not cool my dear fell to us
Like the coolest captains
And the worst ships
and there is no weather, no wind, not even water
in Tokyo like a desert
our ships are standing
I will run to chase our gray days
they are too ingrained in our walls and dreams

And I will be back
heart is beating apart
half and half happiness with misfortune
Well, let
it will hurt a little
it's just that these roads choose me

Thoughts are hated by you and me
not heard by the heart
not visible
and I stay with you to wait for the coming of spring

And I will be back
heart is beating apart
half and half happiness with misfortune
Well, let
I choose these roads
or such roads choose me.