Текст песни Стёртые Лица - Не наш день

And the sun has opened
Marked his heat map
And we lost
And here we're dancing in the rain
Tasteless salt the night
And spend one-on-one with him
All the same
But looking at the camera gray clouds
diagnosis is

Today is not our day, not our day
Today is not our day, not our day

Painful rustling
Fallen sheets calendars
Through the dull eyes
It carries a flock of bullfinches
And the birds are laughing at us
Tired wind beats
In the cold box
And sticks the cells of our tears
In the shadows of the clouds
diagnosis is

Desert parks, storefronts
trembling from our eyes
Solid gifts, the whole city
As if to us
But quietly leaves
Ringing shackles morning breeze
We can stand up and ...
See desperate striptease
Gray clouds
diagnosis is