Текст песни Slozhnie - Теплый дождь

Those who own the word
Riding a tram for a fucking dollar
They look into the eyes of others, look for something familiar there
It's such a charge, lyrics, old school
Trolleybuses go to the park, soon we will be at home
And everyone is deep inside, like an anchor at the bottom
It doesn’t matter who you are, we play the gates alone
Ask anyone who has penetrated this much
What does it mean to do freely, to know where a special spring
(at night) At night, warm rain dripped on wet asphalt
You get up early in the morning instead of sleeping
Wow, golden years
We will keep them in ourselves until the star goes out
Under this track I climbed the area
There were no light coins and uncles with a big belly
Let me make a track and it can be about
Small in wide pants that in childhood put on a hood
We were growing up
Silently looked at the clock, as these people are waiting at the station
All hiding places will open the soul on the way, but for now, closer to yourself
Dark pool hides the river
I broadcast poems about my area
Yes, Odo is playing with fire. It’s only worth letting it go.
Soft and most importantly sound
It will cool when you find yourself here again
Will you ever be here
I will meet with my brother for a few days
Together, probably, fate
Water is like glass, the song is almost not weighty
They are driven in a corner and written by those who own the word
On a tram for a fucking dollar
We all start from scratch, every day a new solo
I don't know what his name is.
Relatives will say Anton, so familiar Murove