Текст песни с.в.э. - как призрак.днем позже.

soft cheeks smeared ,
aiming at the mouth , but not the label.
you and I can not be different.
our meetings incredibly rare .
You - fires itching city .
I - without a home and without a country.
I ring the maelstrom
To hell with water .
you have hundreds of streets steeped
in anticipation of someone's steps .
you and I can not be different.
And , in general, not only with you .

( With ) Tories rum