Текст песни Время Альбиносов - Наше Время

Our time - night,
Our time is a game
And when we are time
We throw writing
We read words
by heart…

Our place - the kitchen
Unclosed doors
Interruptions of the week
Single days -
Electricity drings
on the teeth ...

Our ears are windows,
Our body - apartments,
And access holes
Heat heat
Newly born lira
On glass ...

Our hands are clean
And do not require caress
Our rough paints
On brick canvas
And calm masks
forever…

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We see hundreds of people
We see hundreds of eyes,
We see hundreds of hands,
Shooting us.

We see this day,
We love this night,
Slastoughness of sticky lips,
Throw away.

Ends the game,
And we have time to love
Do you hear? It is time:
It's time to be.