Текст песни Боязнь Высоты - Бокал Вина

For the blue ocean of the regional TV
The clock fell into the clouds, and showed zero
East and West came together in the sky there,
Where stars are divided in half the sky

Swallowing a daily dose of the nightly news,
Without regret forgetting hundreds of new ideas
And, like the swallows in the sky, the pain you prefer
Already...

A glass of wine for half an hour
A breath of warmth winter empty
For snow subsided voice
And you are now with me again

Like a white blanket strangled spring,
Its wreckage as tired stretch to the bottom
Cast tears between us do not fall into the fire
They are docile flocks lie down on the palm

Perhaps the biggest - to become like us,
Or throw from home all the doubts and dreams
Only our last train flew past us
Now...