Текст песни Сергей Матвеенко - СЛУЧАЙНЫЙ СВЕТ

Random light

In a strange box, not the lights go out.
Someone also up in the morning I can not sleep.
What is there waiting for someone is not there, and no,
And who is there, alas, will not return?

Maybe there goes the game
Trump ladies and jacks,
Or maybe there is suffering, my colleague,
And do not go to poetry, and goes out a cigarette?

Shine!
When luck no more hope.
When he lost in the darkness of a leading track
It helps light, casual light ...

Not sleeping child behind the window,
Or to weather aching bones?
What grief visited this house?
Or maybe fortunately - we sat up visit:

Random light, please, shut up, shut up.
As you live and die.
Random light, my companion in the night,
Which, alas, do not choose.

Shine!
When luck no more hope.
When he lost in the darkness of a leading track
It helps light, casual light ...