Текст песни Руслан Силин - Телефонный пастораль

Edge telephone roads
Rare calls and alarms
It is beating like in a cage ,
tired of Birds
Under a white shirt soul
How much it ,
unhappy languish
A moment or eternity

Chorus:
Empty around
As if to the south ,
Hundreds of separations ,
After you flew
Fins suddenly ,
Wicked snowstorm

Discordant homes
It was suddenly crowded with words ,
Ukratkoy huddle ,
Standing on the doorstep
Thousands of someone's hopes
Maybe your
Lost in the road ,
gentle voice

Chorus:
Empty around
As if to the south ,
Hundreds of separations ,
After you flew
Fins suddenly ,
Wicked snowstorm