Текст песни Ночные снайперы - Так начинался день

Got ice cried for Monday
By the beginning of the arrival doors blurry.
Someone quietly climbed on the window sill
And sadly I looked at the happy people.
Color three times is not predictable
At the crossroads of asphalt strips.
Chasing be killed for fear
Included in the habit of dolgost years.

And the city crumbled to black and white,
By firing a poisoned juice days.
And the sky has forgotten his alienation,
Throwing the feet stencil shadows.
She knows what she does not know the reality.
She sees where not see the lights.
Her silver on my anonymity
It lays down, when we were alone.

And time flowed from under the fingers on the strings,
Weaving in words the meaning of past years.
And the trees were poured on the ground,
Referring to shroud your epaulettes.
She would never know about gemstones,
Lying at the bottom of the transparent river,
And the oval of her wet clouds night
Do not become brighter in the square of love.

Thus began the day ...