Текст песни Кухня - Я иду домой

Words for you flew quickly by waves
Stretched the days of folding the week
And the rest of the rest does not give my feet
Carried where the eyes looked

Not sadness and not sadness did not beat the soul
Everything goes to your woman and tomorrow will be better
I go home and let him already be late
The house where my peace and where everything is so simple

Days in the transitions in the front of the front
We are all run, where we do not know
You are far and thoughts in my head
Bird packs flew to you