Текст песни Городская Культура - Он уехал

Quiet path Stela questions
On the sandy road.
All wet cigarette
Without a halt aching feet
Here comes winter and autumn
The sun has sunk into an avalanche
What he does not ask the gods
There is no happiness and a half.
There is no happiness.
And among different thoughts
He was looking for his alien.
And when found, I realized
It is hard to wait for the love of another.
Count your mistakes
He decided to set the record straight.
It turned a lot of them
And not all finish line
But not all.

And stepping through the mountains,
He left spaces,
He forgot persuasion
And I went to another city.
Stepping through the mountains,
He left spaces,
He forgot persuasion
And I left.

He went to another city
Looking shyly hiding in the gate.
The air freezes, lamps smolder
And no it does not heat.
But none of it.