Текст песни Юрий Карпов - Плывут машины сквозь туман

Floating car through the fog,
Dropping shadows on the house,
Dropping shadows of passers-by,
So at each other a little similar.
Entwined with a damp shroud
Hope constrained one:
There will soon be a gray haze.
It is easier to live with such faith ....
But in this world everything is a hoax.
Swim through the fog machine ... ..

Are the home as ships
Cast out from the land
Stand rocking on the waves
As we have not yet snivshihsya dreams
And these walls -parusah
voiceless
Shower do not fall into the heavens
Instills fear useless:
What those worlds - great deception
Floating car through the fog

And they swim through me
Wasted days
Where I'd probably sing
Life is not his last
But the sobering come
And the bitter becomes sweet honey
Then, in a single hour your
The short is my story:
What is our life - great deception
Floating car through the fog