Текст песни Трофим - Вроде бы взрослые люди...

City stood , the movement has died
Somewhere "Gazelle" stalled
No options , sit smoke
Jeep razlёgsya on suspension
I send text messages friend
Should not wait , I'll be by December
That would now find himself in Nice
Admire the sea wave
With a girl that summed up the eyelashes
In the "Audi" , next to me.

Chorus:
How strange it is always
It seems to be adults
And in my head nonsense
Dream as children of a miracle .

The girl is not in a hurry
In cases where you go
However, this can wait
She and so everything went smoothly
Loves her husband and life in abundance
Everything would be so, but the heart does not lie
She would like to return to childhood
In a house with a mountain ash in the gate
To the boy who lived next door
Maybe he's still waiting for ?

"Bentley" , "Lada" , "Toyota"
As oiled sprats
Huddle in cramped concrete tracks
They chauffeurs , passengers
Captives of the steel world
Waiting in mercy for an hour
That would be to build a magical city
Time to make friends with the harmony
To each was someone roads
And it is not late to live .