Текст песни К. - Белые слова

And in the gray air there are still white words left,
Thanks to them, we are able to see the day yet,
And the head hangs over your innocent ear
To seem that my words drop shadow.

Grows in your apartment forest, the dog wanders in my apartment,
But I do not have a cold space, you are not crazy your comfort,
And who wouldn't be climbed to us and what would we be with you not
There is always an excuse - between us a black circle.

For five seventh, I am unproved things,
You consist of seven tenths of hardly clear feelings.
But you are from those who are my voice sometimes tastier,
And I am from those who do not always be empty.

We are not able to reach the warmth that melts copper ...
And however catalyst, we always lose the way
But if we still have to teach each other to sing,
Then these white words will come to mouth and save us!