Текст песни Торба-на-круче - Сантьяго

It's raining in Santiago
No need to find out who is right
In life, it often happens that they don’t coincide.
Flight and love schedules
It's snowing in Paris
You're closer with every sip
With every brandy and whiskey it seems possible close
Like in a science fiction movie

Passes for a hundred speed
Overlaps wing wing
Pouring over the edge of tenderness
Where to look for you
We don't need planes to hell
All cars of this country are dead
They will lay a load of dead
If you know

It rains again in Santiago
You're there but I'm drunk
Pacific ocean eternal ocean
Between us forever the ocean
And in Prague in the very same Prague wind
In truth, I don’t even want to smoke
Talking on the phone surprise you with a call
Like in a realistic movie

Passes for a hundred speed
Overlaps wing wing
Pouring over the edge of tenderness
Where to look for you
We don't need planes to hell
All cars of this country are dead
They will lay a load of dead
If we master dimension five
Passes for a hundred speed
Overlaps wing wing
Pouring over the edge of tenderness
Where to look for you
We don't need planes to hell
All cars of this country are dead
They will lay a load of dead
If you know