Текст песни Борис Грим и братья Грим - Родители

He did not meet her every time in the subway,
And never have ever seen each other,
And from the sky, I flew my letters without words,
And in the room quietly cried parents

She did not love, he did not love her -
He just gone out the window and became invisible,
And in the room that is not cold and not warm,
And in the room quietly cried parents

Live and sleep, meeting in windows lights
They are yours, technician dreams
Live and sleep, meeting in windows lights
They are yours, technician dreams

And flew on the wires on the wires
They will always pull in infinity;
Tell me where?
Patterns of light poured the sky,
Close your eyes…

There is nothing in it, everything is simple
There is nothing in it, everything is simple
There is nothing in it, everything is simple
Yes, there is no point, everything is just like that