Текст песни Кир ft. Санни - Пелена урбана

*Cyrus
I as if dissolved in this Urban
With a written sheet at the table as a morning
My latter with the muse in unison
I like Bison Fixed Tightly How Cans
In the world of poems from the muse I got into the shackles
Night cover will dilute the color of my tones
Gray houses my still life writing
On the sheets of truth in this and makes sense
No, I did not cool down and in the fussy hung
One whim asking me to read on bis
As a mechanism in my aphorism
This is my life I hung tightly in it
How lanterns lit a new release
Neither to serve and charge for meaning
It's like a shot you picked up a wave
Catch in the morning in mp3 my work

Chorus
Pelon Urbana will not hang out in the morning
Notes on the table will be needed to someone
Someone finds yourself among these lines
On the date the eternity of words

Pelon Urbana will not hang out in the morning
Notes on the table will be needed to someone
Someone finds yourself among these lines
On the date the eternity of words

* Sunny
Day after day loneliness changes background
On break the meaning of the text between the lines in the forehead
At the table Miriad thoughts as the source
I'm not that if the muse is not coming at midnight
As a shot fast all thoughts
Already in the head of the seagull on the marina
Squeeze the plowing of the heart or be clean
Music as it is there is no rats
Soul and rhymes in dressing with sore
Again, still in no hurry to be heard
Sheets marked wounds are not counted
I am like a mad looking for her but even
At night squeezed two lines hour until the morning
And it's easier to go crazy but I'm waiting and here she
Breaking sleep and cobweb of different words
My sentence depends on it