Текст песни Чёрный рынок - Серое солнце

1998 - the album "White Mountain"

Six in the morning, turn on the shower,
House woke up with a peaceful sound.
Behind the wall of a happy husband
Under his wife's hand slipped.

Left coughing neighbor
Place barefoot on the ceiling,
right rain
Only there is nothing in my hand.

Not more than tickle your nose
In the morning and do not laugh
Rick tousled hair
A stack of my soul.

Do not hug the octopus
Slender young and tender
No you - I am blown my stack
A stack of my hopes ....

GREY SUN

There was no sorrow, but you invented himself
This gray sun in your eyes
Days and nights
Light, not heat, she picked up and left
I'm not so good only
Just be a speck of dust in its rays
And you did not know

That in halves
We razolyut heart
And one very important to burn until the end
And others like icicles
Joyful sparkle in the firelight
And it does not hear me
Above me laugh gray sun
Gray sun

In the circle of captivity away from the general rules
Stars burn, but never change their orbits
The sad train sleeps

My soul with an open wound
But this wound hurts
One sweet and oddly

Remember when met
We were in a night steppe
Then they cried together: "You do not go through it!"
And we answered them.
Even so, this song sorrow
It will be a very long time to cry
The fact that we're
Yet they were properly
And you do not know.

"That does not make come true?" -
I smile in response
In your eyes light
Even when you close them.
I would hide from him the moon,
But then it will not be my wife
And no smiles
Gray sun

In the circle of captivity away from the general rules
Stars burn, but never change their orbits
The sad train sleeps

My soul with an open wound
But this wound hurts
Once sweet and strange ...