Текст песни Сны Африканца - Становишься ближе

I'm not lying
Rails somewhere dragged Station
I lost my heart.

I did without maps
If lifestyle reserved seat
Does it really matter
Where the wheels to spin.

And the further blows me
My slow
But you're getting closer.
A thousand years
We come up with your Internet
And then we might hear.

The colors will be any of the arrows
Who was late he did not have time
I drink to those who stay there.

The curve of life breaks down
Pigeons slippery ledge
I watched the.

And the more I dream about the moon
My slow
But you're getting closer.
Through thousands of years
We come up with your Internet
And then we might hear.