Текст песни Роман Филиппов - Счастлива

Memory of smoke hair is stele
Intertwined with what believes
In a miracle greater than the immortality of the body,
What are you happy at night.

Time is pulling to the filter in the fingers,
At the guests of someone else's apartment
The world I was looking for. Sorry - Mats
Rusty Heart Lantern -
For what is happy.
You're happy at night.

It was. Measured seven.
Cut off. I stayed.
And six on the road stand,
Face turning in Sodom.
And as if the shadow stumbled
In bed under the blanket
My body is worn,
Accustomed to night rum
Drink, responding to the gesture,
In the kitchen, the words scatter.
How much was warm
In hungry from the road hands,
And now rocked for the pole,
On reflections to yell
And hate comfort
His places.
You're happy at night.