Текст песни Orange House - Я держу тебя за руку

It Is A Pity
Today is not my day
Today is not my year
And all the people are not interested in, and all my plans on the contrary

Maybe next time
Maybe in the next life
Air - just gas
Date - just numbers

Sing to me at night under the sun
In a cramped apartment
Of drunken walls

I hold your hand
And we will survive this winter
Air - Skoura
And again
After all, I just need to
Just hold your hand
Under the snow up there
Together back in the darkness and you
Hold me, hold

It Is A Pity
Today is not your day
And not even your color
cold cut fingers, though so hot and wearing a sweater
I can not speak
You can not even think
Hear - like beating the rhythm
Our with you in each other

You no longer need tablets
And alcohol
Fly together