Текст песни Проект Олимпийский - Больное солнце

Morning , cold, rain
From the city go, let her shoulders tremble
A sip of wine takes our feelings, thoughts out of the maze , we weave fingers
branches

Gets sick sun
and we as two Japanese
eyes narrowed smoke
slowly .
You decompress lips
kissing the wind
and asks quietly
& quot; how to be with us ? & quot;

Morning , cold, rain ,
maybe it's time beats in the crown of the head ,
well,
it is always on those
who would like to be a bird ,
mocks ,
it always sneers .