Текст песни Poul - Расстрел

Silence of evening streets cuts the hum of cars,
With each moment closer to autumn and lights showcases.
The sky glows so clearly, but here and night the stars sleep,
In a series of coming persons, do not catch a familiar look.
Opening reflections I want to find an answer ...
But even behind the feature of the dawn, there they were away, everything is not.
And go old to your cozy house
Where the plate in the pottefone will distribute melodious ringing,
Where in the hallway from the kitchen only reaches the pale light,
Where you appreciate constancy and where it sometimes does not,
Tomorrow again the way is not a close, a string of long deeds,
Charge your alarm clock - exactly 7 hours of execution.