Текст песни Rusted - ГРАБЛИ - 2014 - Лёд

Chorus:
I look at the fire, which is burning
All that was, and all that could be.
Flame turned much hot,
On the face of sweat, and can I pay?
This winter vynochit brain that day,
Like the month of March, almost April -
It will be held the leash then when all the ice has melted,
What namёrz from it in me ..

What namёrz from it in me (2x)

1.
Spray-painted truck mukulatury, and there is still more.
All to find and collect in one place - hard work.
She vygaraet, leaving only the memory of the fact that it is more expensive,
The rest - to the wind.
When something between a dream and hope go easily and safely -
And you can only sit and just watch.
You can try to pretend the other or to remain themselves, but
Just learn to wait ...

Chorus:
And I look at the fire ...

2.
All the same questions spring presents, and with them the time to think -
How to respond to forehead better start this time.
Pressure jumps, whiskey on hand ... and go to another to take,
Yes Loans no one will give ...
Ispisanny trucks mukulatury on similar themes,
I have not opened, and did not want.
Each in his patched holes, and the Bison's theorem -
I just sang a song.

Chorus:
And now I look ...