Текст песни Чайковский и Трубы Мира - Ковбойская

sandwiched flower
In the hand of February.
Wired in the soles
A ticket to the East.
It's not too far
| Ship horn |
hurricane Kids
People between the lines.

Pestreyuschy paradise
For the poor insults
Who can say "Goodbye"
He will be killed
It's not too far
In the warm hands,
I'm sorry, my pity,
I'm sorry I was.

Lost the air,
Lost Light,
Probably too late,
Or maybe not.
It's not too far
| Sleep wheel |
To wake up tired,
To wake up tired,
Woke tired ...
Wake the moon!