Текст песни Случайное Звено - Неистовый блюз

The days pass , fly trains, rights cities cold and rock
and you're not in a hurry , thou sittest at the window , squeezing out of thoughts the last juice.
Look around you -tam other land , shelters for wanderers and bright of the Muses ,
someday, and we will be there , but now for you my frenetic blues ..

A Slippery a lie is waiting for around the corner, have collapsed locks, burned down bridges ..
in the sound of the guitar is now only my house
And you do not take these days our light spring,
BUT instead of of poems - a poisoned smoke, sweet of sounds ripped apart Union ..
and you're cutting to size wings - and simply leti , And to all Podari our frenetic blues ..