Текст песни Базаров Рома - 118

You can be a warm wind in a cold country,
Or in a gray dawn rifle on the wall.
Become a deep well, withered to the bottom.
But where don't throw stone road one

Through the darkness inside and outside.
Through the darkness inside and outside.

The door with the number 118 hides me.
I am a non-name master, a drop of rain.
The heart knows what is truly, knows that nonsense,
But my mind is still looking for an answer.

And inside, and outside.
And inside, and outside.

Creek pen on paper, the smell of fresh ink.
Eternally black on white is written by the world.
Life is just a page, death - a pair of strings,
Failed text - kilometers of roads

On light inside and outside.
On light inside and outside.