Текст песни Anna Molly - Ритмы наших городов

throwing fingers
The sold sky -
Do not be silent
Breaking
On the envelope, I would
Where you are
leave a few kind words:
Pitched two-thirds
The rhythms of our cities.

For two
Divide in half:
Again, I have to answer in front of him;
like smoke
Melt in the mirror
Pieces of emotions, a couple of pictures, where the two of us.

have scattered
On the floors, as before,
We cry -
like smoke, melted between -
Hope could hardly breathe,
Is it time to
Before dawn,
In the dark,
See where you are?

For two
Divide in half:
Again, I have to answer in front of him;
like smoke
Melt in the mirror
Pieces of emotions, a couple of pictures, where the two of us.

Millions Phrases.
One ticket, Coupe: I dissolve it.
There is no longer here we are.
In your calendar, stay September.