Текст песни Тёплые Дни - Последний четверг апреля

So quiet in the room a mess,
Hot sweet tea , bedding,
But something is still wrong.
It seemed that very soon you're lucky ,
That soon everything will happen ,
But as time runs forward.

And once more hurry
And melting days , eating week.
Today, we're here alone
On the last Thursday of April .

It seemed as if it was night ,
Devastating the city,
Shooting stars to me.
So quiet in the room a mess,
Hot sweet tea , bedding,
But something is still wrong.

And nowhere else to rush
And melting days , eating week.
Today, we're here alone
On the last Thursday of April .