Текст песни C.J.Sm1t - Светофоры

"Traffic lights"
We slipped on a red traffic light
We throw metaphors with guitars in pairs
Burn lights those lights shine in the face of the headlights
In one tact of meon
again we are alone with shadow and with cigars
kind of young problems everything is old
Understood everything in life on the sides
There are strength while there is still someone there

Everything might be and will be when the sun gets up
Smoke again in the morning even dope
Pogromic monitors music is still manit
Words wonder the fog will always deceive in May
Maybe this winter is casting a backpack on the shoulders
The pain is muted, still time does not heal
Sad to trolleybus riding to the final
From there a couple of quarters on foot to you towards you
I love this snow while when already darkened
Candle is not smoldering but the heart is knocking and believes
In this December on the traffic light in green
Player Pogreering Guitar on Repeat again
By phone someone calls no matter there
History of life running on the fourth floor I
I turn on the light empty two glasses in the kitchen
Not even night but traffic lights

We slipped on a red traffic light
We throw metaphors with guitars in pairs
Burn lights those lights shine in the face of the headlights
In one tact of meon
again we are alone with shadow and with cigars
kind of young problems everything is old
Understood everything in life on the sides
There are strength while there is still someone there

Where to run from the fuss calmly in the house
Cardiogram above the norm is an empty appender
My drone rushed from the right course
Now everything is waiting when at least goes a little
What a trifle let them fly so
Tequila with salt I am looking for an output from the tunnel
Looks in the Spring window to us with the first droplets
Walking differently in a warm bed with you
We wanted so much but achieve something difficult
Another cigarette I promise I bother
Yes, what kind of green yellow red
Let's go to dreams with me as always not dangerous.
Music in the tact guitar sings something crying
And this means five to one for good luck
History of life on a red signal we run
It is a pity that everything is so, but have become each other