Текст песни Та Сторона - в пустой комнате веет холодом

Whisper

Whisper
Hysterical laughter
Voice of the
Is haunted he groans
I hear a cry for help
As if sinking
Inhale the acrid smoke
With the bitter taste
Hoarsely
Everything as a whisper
Instilling a confidence
So as not to lose the pride
In splendid isolation
In an empty room
Blows cold
Penetrating the walls bare
Nerves are running out
Freezes the soul
Trees also whisper
Foliage hulling
Wind whistling
Throwing down the road
Yellow pages of newspapers
And the street
Chagall I on them
The noise of wheels
Dust roads
All my native
I find a good judge
Do not feel my legs
But do not dare to stop going
A dark night in a whisper
Silence will scatter

Chorus:
Whisper over the houses
Leaving everything here
Tramp
And millions after
Who is to blame
And why now questions
Whisper
Decaying cigarette

Whisper old boxes
Girlish figures
Scanty notes
At the heart of the blood pours for days
Corners yes crannies
In the mouth of the tube
Easy
Either you are a physician
Or dead
Out-hustle Ryskov
Along the narrow alleys
Men's shadow froze
Now she is part of the drawings
Nervously tugging curtains
Who I am? What am I?
Met a hero
Now I fruit
In Newton's law
Rippling through the gorge
Smoke spying
Mezhayas c steam
Mask
He fell on the tiles
Hello
Hotter autumn
That snow will go
That something
Yes, the yellow-red as
Has filled the void
Passions flared
According to the oldest
Yesterday love
Three sheets today
Drunk beat service
Whisper
The room and so many hooves
Today I just killed
And then what?

Chorus.

Behind me
Lines obliquely
So remembered
These breaths easier
Go to the touch
Hear firsthand void
Traces of the wolf
Swept out of gunpowder
And I am not making this up
For the benefit of
Soak up the poison
I'm not the hero
And I'm not your times
Change password
Or pain to play
Do you remember the story
It's just the sound
It's just a whisper
Let someone forgot
But why so burns more
Motion picture
On a quiet track stereo
In the crowd I do not care one
And look lost
Why do not trust them
Probably just reflexes
And quiet tread
We soskolznёm on rails
Minors points exactly sharpen
Accents for them
I hung
Re-read someone else's blog
There is nothing
Only the light from the running train
Snow at the bottom
And instead of axioms hypotheses