Текст песни промзона 96 - парк

the sun goes down over the horizon
reflecting its rays from the roofs of houses
random passerby wraps himself in a coat
and when he comes home, he will plunge into the world of dreams
the narrow sidewalk will not let us pass
let everyone leave the streets of those
like a ball falling in the way
this day by twelve nights flies

we don’t care where everyone hurries past us
we won’t be late and we won’t be late
let the lights of cars strive aimlessly into the distance
nobody is in the park with empty benches besides us

in the warmest bed of clouds
you will warm up quickly and will sleep
morning will be short, and then day
beating every reason to get up