Текст песни Грубая Фобия - Пыльный Автобус

definitely like
See the window
on melkayuschie lights
residential houses
And flying by machines
Gently lulls the rustling of tires
And while on the other show any clock
Attract one type of people and countries , we
Cities like anthills but in between dreams
Some of diplomas and relax by the water
Someone needs a family , and who is a black jeep
At the mountain slopes of the field but someone inside me
One remembers his home and his life as it is warmer
And some teeth and clenching his fists trust
What is required to survive all alone