Текст песни Тбили Тёплый - Зимний Груз

Again, I did not sleep at night the phone vibration (well quite a fucking)
From the blood of the nose, probably not much tired
red eyes, eyelids, and lead,
fuck, get down between the ranges cover,
time stood still here so beautiful,
night lights do not reduce the bridges,
from public areas of the mouth pair snow crunches underfoot,
but before that was not only white snow,
I do not prioznasil these words in a dream
from the fifth parallels there who breathes than
If the city does not have to be on the east,
he always perezvonivaet tell brother
why should we mind fogs,
Why are my feet in an underground paradise
and hands set fire to what we breathe.

We have winter winter cargo I close my eyes
after otkrapolёnnoy heels after muddied,
Again, I go to sleep in the morning ...

And, we have winter winter cargo I close my eyes
after otkrapolёnnoy heels after muddied,
Again, I go to sleep in the morning ...