Текст песни Lans - Не Драматург

foul days are gray, monotonous
all that's left me this heat by degrees
then people need comfort behind, but not in the eyes
and why we tupim yourself, it's time to open Sizam

do not need much Give a touch of hands
I do not drammaturg but tortured grustnyavuyu wave
deep in his darkroom sleep in the morning
fly into a stupor, so habitually without telling anyone

Oh, that cocks, when all the leaves fell off
The Frozen Ground underfoot, we became better not
heart of steel more and more, I believe it does not leave
let us even in this fall's little that changed

navryatli and fell to the south of blizzards
here on wires birds sing softly
us spots that will not wash, no water
and for too long plagued free time

Chorus:

I flew and fell on his back again
in those clouds, where the pendulum has shifted again
my ways with naughty people and there
I was crazy, I was wildly in the morning