Текст песни СанчА Сухов - Радио

Radio

The frequencies are only sand ...
Yellowed with longing
My old radio….

From a beautiful far away
On her tired hands,
On my screaming temples
To all the lost sailors
Playing, old radio ... ..

The slider, crunching, runs
In those frequencies where Kurt and Jimm,
To this land where Amy sleeps
Like a fool - the slider flies
Old radio ……

She has turquoise in her eyes
You are in her colorful dreams
Play, old radio ... ..