Текст песни soulsadpoet - на дороге

Let us imagine that the world as a white T-shirt
clear ice
and that love is not to die .
I need a sort of good luck
dairy paradise
I lost faith go into mourning
please come in for tea
and that sort of makes me think of wine
it is possible that the return
that there is a way back
but I am left alone
everything inside is rotting for a long time
and here again the same black and white film

I'm on the road to nowhere
but it's summer and the water
creek flowing from your eyes
songs written just for us
I'm on the road to nowhere
but it's summer and the house
we should all leave
because the life we now have one