Текст песни Нулевой меридиан - 8.05

"8.05"

She does not like a cold bed
And thoughts in nightmare delusion
She is afraid of your speeds
And silk ribbons in the wind
And maybe she will come next
And maybe you will meet her
8.05 - the percentage of his happiness
How lucky you

She is afraid of traveling in the subway
Afraid of rainbow dreams
She looks like rain outside the window,
She does not like your poems.
And if you are Amigo today,
That tomorrow you are a baked pilot.
8.05 - the percentage of his happiness,
And maybe you will be lucky.

She bought cardboard wings
Jump from a huge cliff
But engineers and the body of her
Thought a little different
And maybe she will come next
And maybe you will meet her.
8.05 - the percentage of his happiness,
8.05.
8.05 - the percentage of her happiness
8.05.