Текст песни Город 312 - Фонари МИНУС

A string of dim lamps
Fumbles down the sidewalk
sleepy eyes
Rain hisses bathed in silver
Time sheathed guitar
Since fingers are frozen

I calculate where you are
Very good
No restrictions
And a single gram of soul
If you want it
So you have a large

Randomly along the ridges of bubbles
I measure out two quarters
And - probably home
You know I'll stay in September
In an open portal
In the fall, as long as

I calculate where you are
Very good
No restrictions
And a single gram of soul
If you want it
So you have a large