Текст песни Рем Дигга - На Улицах Будущего

When early in the morning I blow a glow
I pray to heaven again
Hands clasped together
I pour in the song the sounds of the soul
I pray for a young seed in the soil brother
I repent for time points of urgent spending
What was not found not found
I pray good not to spill along the way
I look at my palms
These palms are young
There is power in the hands of the body iron
And to the limit lived a tug
I look at my beloved
She sleeps quietly in the morning in bed leg
She is not decent young
And mine walks softly on her body
No power to stop the progress of minutes
I understand this is not one year past
Behind my back, the series is not the only one I have
Dobryakov played and cattle of the sea
There ahead of that