Текст песни O.R.L.E.O.N. - три метра над небом

It creates a black hand on a Guess
line as a whirlpool
from within sdaleka
sings soul slowly
but without a point and coma
I tell it like it is
placed in one text
I write all the words on paper
I put everything in the envelope no address on it
vet but it gets to the destination

a day by the light through the day a couple of years
no matter winter or summer!
you will receive an envelope no address on it
vet and we are waiting for the dawn
It's like influenza or the plague in zastudnom mode
Thee started coughing thee obsessed
Tell me where is the seventh heaven
on him only 3 meters you are my doctor, and the doctor
if burning ash sglenu in your eyes
I can create and not to return back
Do not fall into the excitement destroy bloody hell
you behind me both Mount Ararat

I am waiting for you as a shower in the hot desert
as the night waiting for the day as the sun waiting for iny
I just sing you your silhouette fantasy
First, the shadow to the light you love me Masya
At first my sonnet about your hero
as if the ghost will with love but without the pain
someone's heart colitis leave them alone
but time heals them know it will calm

And do not ask you not worth equalizer mood
This is my world, this is my world
I shout and I wait your hand reconnoiter the heavens we build it ...