Текст песни Миха Джи - Гроза

Verse 1:

Tightly closed their windows and balconies
Disables most laptops and phones
Do tea and come to rest in the room
How did you know already approaching thunderstorm
Howl alarm in the office and on the machines
And gradually the soul gets nasty
Somewhere far away the lightning hit the tree
Weather at the time this day is metered
Someone got out of favor to natural processes
I'm writing this at home without incident
And I do not care what's going on in the street
Thunderstorm in the summer like biscuits mustard
Reach for the boat, walking will not work here
And between the puddles lay your route
I warm your home will give you a new track
While the storm is preparing his new comeback

Chorus:

The sky is crying - bullshit
Somebody hurt him, just crying so robust design
These are decomposed stirs overnight thunderstorm
With every desire, not banish it back
(2X)

Verse 2:

Balm on soul sitting in the warmth and comfort
Watch how to swim in pools of infinite people
Maybe it's certainly a little humane
But I'm pleased with the layouts, as it may seem
The wind increased, the thunder became increasingly
People fled as fire predators
It is not difficult to predict what will happen next
The weather will be so until the end of the day buzz
I poured myself a cup of hot tea
I am sitting on the balcony, looking blankly out the window
After a while, I noticed on the sly
With everything around resembles a silent movie
The moral of the story is: I write about what I see
Neglecting the fashionable genre milestones
And the voices around, I did not hear
I'm just waiting, when the street will be hot