Текст песни Ledovski - Ремонт

In fact, all invented by us,
Vocals sick, eyes burning lights.
It pours out the sad dreams of summer rain,
With us the truth, tell me what you expect.

You've seen a lot, not vyskazhesh words
You would have thought so, if you were not told.
The numbers set up on your light,
But sometimes the choice is ours.

Come here we land,
We do not need heaven, we are playing here.

In fact, all invented by us,
Graffiti open to all eyes.
It pours out the sad dreams of summer rain,
Business - business, but tell me what you expect.

Come here we land,
We do not need heaven, we are playing here.
Let us here from all sides,
We repair, we will not wait for today.