Текст песни Ночные снайперы - Юго сходит с ума

Oh, how we suffered , oh, how we hide .
Together staring at the screen .
In the elevator back to back sigh goodbye
Looks timid touch .

You fly somewhere , I fly somewhere happens winter.
Weightless drifts - the south , south , south is crazy .
Do not call me at night, not restrict ourselves to tea,
I'm so scared for you, I see the south , the south is going crazy .

Strawberries with garlic . Flirt with sleep.
Night through, not invigorates morning .
So the days pass . Here we are - and there they are ,
But to leave for anything.