Текст песни РисБо - Норвежский лес

Today is not a good day - in a glass
No tonic, only gin.
Skirts on the cheeks - such a feature
Personal point of Ji.

There is no semi-faith in this world,
The answer is always categorical.
I'm hugging you with the warmth of the pullover.
This is our, purely personal.

We are in points a and c, we will meet in C -
Magically magically.
"The existence is already a goal" -
Spoke Baal Shem Tov.

I know you can be perfectly nearby
Faster time arrows steep.
I meet with a pyrotechnic projectile -
Hot flame in the chest.

We run (is it for each other?) By cities,
And cities love stronger.
I believe in it, as much as Paco Raban
In the soul resettlement.

Roads sooner or later will lead to the scaffold,
Boots of Colds for each wheel.
But I don't care, in your hands holding a photo,
I have a hurry to get lost in the Norwegian forest