Текст песни Буфет Мон Фрэр - Город уснул

Underground asleep, it's night in June
Speak my teeth, our tired studio
Sit down to the fire, I'll show you the sunsets
And we do not divide the soul rather share a bed
Epochal century alone, those that spent the night with all the other
Drochevo find ideal living
We just lost probably somewhere between the worlds
I crawl slowly on Lenin Avenue
Thirty-four is not tormented by a hangover
It is not thought that the climb when the oppressed
And what zaebet morning crude is apathy
Angel smiles because he is always there, the heavens noticed those who possess talent
Advertising slogans on tombstones
And the way to the heart is through his eyes rather than the clitoris
Night cures night reassuring
The knife cuts, knife controls the fate
Time is eternal, it remains a
The city is empty, the city had fallen asleep in the dark
I fly out of his home studio, only files to the people
it is better not to think of what format to disclose what will be approved by the crowd
feelings
then a gut feeling, it's not
The mystery is not a paradise for a musician, because obmynyvat yourself is not an option and not a ride lie
As a brother and your talent fait accompli
So where is the truth but the words do not justify in any way
I remember how much it was empty talk
What to read about love and the team is shameful