Текст песни Люстра - Стук

Sadly knock drops sleepy day
With crude windows look sad eyes.
We rush forward, but I look back,
It was only the sound of wheels brings me.

He must not know that there in the distance,
Among the brick walls, immersed in the spleen,
My happiness sitting with glass in hand,
But knock accelerates its pace.

Trot landscapes, flush color
But not among them I loved shades.
Hardly left my world in zhivyh-
Scatter his rattle of wheels and summer.

They do not know that there is far,
Among the brick walls, immersed in the spleen,
My happiness sitting with glass in hand,
But knock accelerates its pace.