Текст песни StyopaGitarov - Парма

Red sun sails in the clouds,
Opening the door for us on the night.
We are drowned in beautiful dreams,
Unable to help each other ..
Dirty streets breathe fire
Glass crunch under the foot,
Gray buildings are shrouded with sleep,
Silence heart fight.

Our life has turned into a raging storm,
And we are only a drop of rain in it.
But today the wind is bitch,
Everything is over, it's time to us ..

Hundreds of roofs guard their cities,
What burns on fire lanterns
Unknown people wand in the dark
Becoming all the miserable and evil.
We are not afraid of the wind moan and crash of cars,
We are afraid of your favorite people ..
In this sunny city, trouble comes.
Pretty bits your door!

Our life has turned into a raging curtain,
And we are only a drop of rain in it.
But today the wind is bitch,
Everything is over, it's time to us ..