Текст песни Гарик Сукачев - между нами 10 000 километров

Between us ten thousand kilometers,
All platforms , driving rains yes ,
Mountains of white clouds and flocks winds
But I shall be coming back , wait.

Where I am , Old ladies with steamed potatoes ,
There sunflowers crumbled in plastic bags,
There shaggy windows yes baskets ,
There firing his his cigarette , guys .

I spilled some tea around the glass ,
Became yesterday's newspaper strip ,
I stand five minutes , stop lever faucet,
I became a forest, the wires so the moon.

Between us ten thousand kilometers,
Mornings , aprons and villages in the darkness ,
But very soon in a gray envelope
I will come and push you.
But very soon in a gray envelope
I will come and push you.
But very soon in a gray envelope
I will come and push you.